Can I behave before folk,
When ilka charm, young, fresh, and warm,
Cries, “Kiss me now;” before folk?
An’, oh, that pawkie, rowin ee,
Sae roguishly it blinks on me,
I canna, for my soul, let be
Frae kissing you before folk!
Can I behave, can I behave,
Can I behave before folk,
When ilka glint conveys a hint