Behave Yoursel' Before Folk

Behave yoursel' before folk,         Behave yoursel' before folk,     And dinna be sae rude to me,         As kiss me sae before folk.     It wadna gi'e me meikle pain,     Gin we were seen and heard by nane,     To tak' a kiss, or grant you ane;         But guidsake! no before folk.             Behave yoursel' before folk,             Behave yoursel' before folk;         Whate'er ye do, when out o' view,             Be cautious aye before folk.     Consider, lad, how folk will crack,     And what a great affair they'll mak'     O' naething but a simple smack,         That's gi'en or ta'en before folk.             Behave yoursel' before folk,             Behave yoursel' before folk;         Nor gi'e the tongue o' auld or young             Occasion to come o'er folk.     It's no through hatred o' a kiss,     That I sae plainly tell you this;     But, losh! I tak' it sair amiss         To be sae teazed before folk.             Behave yoursel' before folk,             Behave yoursel' before folk;         When we're our lane ye may tak' ane,             But fient a ane before folk.     I'm sure wi' you I've been as free     As ony modest lass should be;     But yet it doesna do to see         Sic freedom used before folk.             Behave yoursel' before folk,             Behave yoursel' before folk;         I'll ne'er submit again to it,             So mind you that, before folk.     Ye tell me that my face is fair;     It may be sae, I dinna care,     But ne'er again gar't blush sae sair         As ye ha'e done before folk.             Behave yoursel' before folk,             Behave yoursel' before folk;         Nor heat my cheeks wi' your mad freaks,             But aye de douce before folk.     Ye tell me that my lips are sweet,     Sic tales, I doubt, are a' deceit;     At ony rate, it's hardly meet         To pree their sweets before folk.             Behave yoursel' before folk,             Behave yoursel' before folk;         Gin that's the case, there's time, and place,             But surely no before folk.     But, gin you really do insist     That I should suffer to be kiss'd,     Gae, get a license frae the priest,         And mak' me yours before folk.             Behave yoursel' before folk,             Behave yoursel' before folk;         And when we're ane, baith flesh and bane,             Ye may tak' ten, before folk.