Gie the Lass Her Fairing

O gie the lass her fairin' lad,
O gie the lass her fairin',
An' something else she'll gie to you
that's wallow worth the wearin'.
Syne coup her o'er amang the creels
When ye hae ta'en your brandy
The mair ye bang the mair she squeals
And 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 not be sparin'.
But lay her o'er amang the creels
And bar the door wi' baith your heels,
The mair she gets the mair she squeals
An' hey for houghmagandie.