This appears as a verse in a wee bit of Lowland Scots mouth music:- CHO Jock, since ever I saw your face, Jock, since ever I kent ye, (knew you) Jock, since ever I saw your face -- D'ye mind o the shilling I lent ye? 1) I lost my love an I dinna ken hoo, (don't know how) I lost my love an I care na, (care not) The losin o ane's the gaining o twa -- (the losing of one's the gaining of two) I'll soon get another, I fear na. 2) The lassies are sae very nice But they canna keep fae squealing. They're no made o sugar an spice -- They're made o tattie peelings! (potato peelings) 3) The boys are tough an hard as iron An always fu' o laughter; The only thing that gies them a fright (gives) Is bags o soap an watter! (water)
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