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GREEN GROW THE RASHES, O (2) 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 @Scottish filename[ GRRASH2 TUNE FILE: GRRASH CLICK TO PLAY RG |
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