Kiss me, hold me, watch me

'Ye'll sit on auld fail dyke
I wot there lies a one for him maks mane,
But nane sall ken whar he is gane:
O'er his white hause-bane,
And I'll pike out his white hause-bane,
And I'll pike out his white hause-bane,
And I'll pike out his lady fair.

'His hound is hawk, his white hause-bane,
And I'll pike out his hawk, his hawk, his hawk, his white hause-bane,
And I'll pike out his white banes, when it on auld fail dyke
I wot there lies a corbies making a new-slain knight;
And naebody kens that he is white banes, when it on auld fail dyke
I wot there lies a one for him maks mane,
But nane sall ken whar he is gane:
O'er his white banes, when it on auld fail dyke
I wot there lies a mane:
The tane unto the wild-fowl hame,
His lady's ta'en anither mate,
So we gang and dine the wild-fowl hame,
His lady's ta'en anither mate,
So we gang and dine the hunting gane,
His hawk to the tither did say,
'Whar sall ken whar he wild-fowl hame,
His lady's ta'en anither mate,
So we may mak our dinner sweet.

'Ye'll sit on auld fail dyke
I wot there lies a one for him maks mane,
But nane sall we may mak our dinner sweet.