The Merry Muses of Caledonia/Gie the Lass her Fairing
GIE THE LASS HER FAIRING.
Tune—"Cauld Kail in Aberdeen."
An old fragment.
O gie the lass her fairing, lad,
O gie the lass her fairing;
And something else she'll gie to you,
That's wallow worth the wearing.
Syne coup her o'er amang the creels,
When ye hae ta'en your brandy,
The mair you bang, the less she squeals,
So hey for houghmagandie.
Then gie the lass her fairing, lad,
O gie the lass her fairing,
And she'll gie you a hairy thing,
And of it be not sparing,
Lay her o'er amang the creels,
And bar the door wi' baith your heels,
The mair she gets, the less she squeals,
So hey for houghmagandie.