I'll hap ye wi' my petticoat, My ain kind dow, I'll hap ye wi' my petticoat, My ain kind dow. The wind blaws cold, my claithing's thin, O dearie, on me rue, And hap me wi' thy petticoat, My ain kind dow.
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