Gars me gang gyte before folk?
In a’ ye do, in a’ ye say,
Ye’ve sic a pawkie coaxing way
That my poor wits ye lead astray,
And ding me doilt before folk.
Can I behave, can I behave,
Can I behave before folk;
While ye ensnare, can I forbear
A kissing ye before folk?
Can I behold that dimpling cheek,