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)