Green Grow the Rashes

Green grow the rashes, O,Green grow the rashes, O,The lassies they hae wimble-bores,The widows they hae gashes, O.

O wat ye ought o' fisher Meg,And how she trow'd the wabster, O,She loot me see her carrot c—t,And sell'd it for a labster, O.

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Mistress Mary cow'd her thing,Because she wad be gentle, O,And span the fleece upon a rock.To waft a Highland mantle, O.

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An' heard ye o' the coat o' armsThe Lyon brought our lady, O,The crest was couchant, sable c— t,The motto, " Ready, Ready," O.

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An' ken ye Leezie Lundie, O,The godly Leezie Lundie, O;She m—s like reek thro' a' the week,But finger fr—gs on Sunday, O.

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Green grow the rashes, O,Green grow the rashes, O;The sweetest bed that e'er I got,Was the bellies o' the lassies, O.

'Twas late yestreen I met wi' aneAnd wow but she was gentle, O;Ae han' she pat to my gravat,The tither to my p—t—e, O.

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I dought na speak, yet was na fly'd.My heart play'd duntie, duntie, 0,A' ceremonie laid aside,I fairly faund her c—t—ie, O.

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