Gie the lass her Fairin’

O GIE the lass her fairin’, lad,
O gie the lass her fairin’,
An’ something else she ’ll gie to you,
That ‘s waly worth the wearin’;
Syne coup her o’er amang the creels,
When ye hae taen your brandy,
The mair she bangs the less she squeels,
An’ hey for houghmagandie.

Then gie the lass her fairin’, lad,
O gie the lass her fairin’,
An she ‘ll gie you a hairy thing,
An’ of it be na sparin’;
But coup her o’er amang the creels,
An’ bar the door wi’ baith your heels,
The mair she gets the less she squeels;
An’ hey for houghmagandie.