I'll hap ye wi' my petticoat

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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