Old Blind Dogs: The Birkin Tree

Oh lass, gin' ye would think it right
Tae gyang wi' me this very night
We'll cuddle tae the mornin' light
By a' the lave unseen O
And ye will be my dearie
My ain dearest dearie
It's ye will be my dearie
Gin ye meet me at e'en O

I canna for my mammy gae
She locks the door and keeps the key
And in the mornin' charges me
And aye aboot the men O
For she says they're a' deceivers
Deceivers, deceivers
She says they're a' deceivers
Ye canna trust ane O

Oh nivver min' yer mammy's yell
Nae doot she met yer dad hersel'
And should she flyte, ye can tell her
She's aft times done the same O
So lassie, gie's yer hand on't
Yer bonnie milk-white hand on't
Lassie, gie's yer hand on't