Contains some scenes of a sexual nature

Ye'se get a hole to hide it in


O will ye speak at our town, As ye come frae the fair? And ye'se get a hole to hide it in, Ye'se get a hole to hide it in; Will ye speak to our town As ye come frae the fair, Ye'se get a hole to hide it in, Will haud it a' and mair. O haud awa your hand, Sir, Ye gar me ay think shame; An' ye'se get a hole to hide it in; Ye'se get a hole to hide it in; O haud awa your hand, Sir, Ye gar me ay think shame; An' ye'se get a hole to hide it in, An' think yoursel at hame. O will ye let abee, Sir; Toots! now, ye're rivt my sark, An' ye'se get a hole to hide it in, Ye'se get a hole to hide it in; O will ye let abee, Sir; Toots! Now, ye've reft my sark; An' ye'se get a hole to hide it in, Whare ye may work your wark. O haud awa your hand, Sir, Ye're like to pit me daft; And ye'se get a hole to hide it in, Ye'se get a hole to hide it in; O haud awa your hand, Sir, Ye're like to put me daft; An' ye'se get a hole to hide it in, To keep it warm and saft. O had it in your hand, Sir, Till I get up my claes, An' ye'se get a hole to hide it in, Ye'se get a hole to hide it in; O had it in your hand, Sir, Till I get up my claes; An' ye'se get a hole to hide it in, To keep it frae the flaes.

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Joyce Falconer

About this work

This is a song by Robert Burns. It was written in and is read here by Joyce Falconer.

Themes for this song

bawdry humour seduction

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