A Hole to Hide it in

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 inTo 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.