Fae Me Tae You

Mackie, Stacey

I'll ayewis lov ye,
Nae matter what.
I'll ayewis love ye,
Bit get rid o' the mut!

He piddles an widdles,
An' stinks the place oot!
I'm sick o' that dug!
O that there's nae doot!

Bit I'll ayewis luv ye
An' you'll love me!
Noo the dug his gone,
It's time fur wer tea!