Gie The Lass Her Fairing

O gie the lass her fairing, 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 a fairin' lad, O gie the lass her fairin', An' sh'ell 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.