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Green Grow the Rashes lyrics

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Green Grow The Rashes O
Green Grow the Rashes, O

cho: Green grow the rashes, O
Green grow the rashes, O
The lasses they hae wimble bores *
The widows they hae gashes, O.

In sober hours I am a priest,
A hero when I'm tipsy-O;
But I'm a king and ev'ry thing
When wi' a wanton gypsie, O.

cho:

'Twas laye yestreen I met wi' ane,
An' wow, but she was gentle, O
Ae han' she put roun' my cravat
The tither to my pintle, O.

cho:

I dought na speak -- yet was na fley'd
My heart play'd duntie, duntie, O
And ceremony laid aside
I fairly fun' her cuntie, O.

cho:

Note: Other versions replace last two lines of chorus with:
The sweetest bed that e'er I got
Was the bellies o' the lasses, O!

From Burns, Merry Muses of Caledonia (edited by Barke and Smith).
From ms. dated 1794
@bawdy @Scots
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