Since we are so close to Burns night, I have such tunes running through my mind.

Comin' Through the Rye

Gin a body meet a body, comin' tho' the rye,
Gin a body kiss a body, need a body cry?
Ilka poet has her lyric,
No fleas on me, say I
And all the lads they smile on me, when comin' thro' the rye.

Gin a body meet a body, comin frae the well,
Gin a body kiss a body, need a body tell?
Ilka cycle seat caused callous,
Let me walk, say I
And all the lads they smile on me, when comin' thro' the rye.

Gin a body meet a body, comin' frae the town,
Gin a body greet a body greet a body, need a body gloom,
Ilka orange is sweet and juicy,
So they say am I,
And all the lads they lo'e me weel, And what the waur am I?

(see what you've done, now you've gone and turned me bawdy, and I haven't even participated in the condom thread.)

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