Religion & morality > Six songs

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It’s no thro’ hatred o’ a kiss,
That £ sae plainly tell you this,
Sut, Josh, 1 tak’ it sair amiss
l’o be sae tea zed «;fore folk.
Behave yourstf afore folk,
Behave yoursei’ afore folk;
When we’re our lane ye may tak’ jute,,
But feint a ana afore folk.
I’m sure tae you I’ve been as free
As ony modest lass can be,
But yet it does na do to see,
hie freedom us’d afore fo k.
Behave yoursei’ afore folkr
B have yourael’ afore folk;
I’lUne’er submit again to it,
iso mind you that afore folk.
You teM me that my face is fair—
It may be tae, l dinna care,
But ne’er again ^ar’t biush sae sair.
As ye ha’e done afore loik.
Behave y -msel’ afore folk,
Behave you-sei’ afore folk;
Nor best my cheeks wi' your mad freaks,
But aye be aouce atore folK.
Ye tell me that my lips are sweet,
8tc ta.’es I doubt ate a’ deceit;
At ony rate it’s hardly meet,
To pree these sweets afore folk.
Behave yoarsel* afore foU,
Behave yourscl’ afore folk;