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

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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 haud it a' and mair.


O haud 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 haud 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 haud 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.