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Green grow the rashes [an older edition]
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' ane,
And vow but she was gentle, O;
Ae han' she pat to my gravat,
The tither to my pintle, O.
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.
I dought na speak, yet was na fly'd,
My heart play'd duntie, duntie, O,
A' ceremonie laid aside,
I fairly faund her cuntie, O.
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.
