The Merry Muses of Caledonia/A Hole to Hide it in

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The Merry Muses of Caledonia by Robert Burns
A Hole to Hide it in

A HOLE TO HIDE IT IN.

Tune—"Waukin' o' the Fauld."

An old song.


O will ye speak at our town,
 As ye come frae the fair,
And ye'se got a hole to hide it in,
 Will hand it a' and mair.


O hand awa' your hand, sir,
 Ye gar me aye think shame,
And ye'se got a hole to hide it in,
 And think yoursel' at hame.


O will ye let me be, sir,
 Toots! now ye've reft my sark,
And ye'se got a hole to hide it in,
 Whar ye may work your wark.


O hand awa' your hand, sir,
 Ye're like to make me daft,
And ye'se got a hole to hide it in
 To keep it warm and saft.


O baud it in your hand, sir,
 Till I get up my claes,
Now f—k me as you'd f—k for life,
 I hope your cock will please.