Classic Poem

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,
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 lay her o'er amang the creels,
An' bar the door wi' baith your heels,
The mair she gets, the mair she squeals,
An' hey for houghmagandie.