Sic tales I doubt are a’ deceit;
At ony rate, it’s hardly meet
To pree their sweets before folk.
Behave yoursel’ before folk,
Behave yoursel’ before folk;
Gin that’s the case there’s time and place,
But surely no before folk.
But gin you really do insist
That I should suffer to be kiss’d,
Gae get a license frae the priest,