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SHE WAS A RUM ONE As I strolled out one clear moonlight One clear moonlight in winter It was there I met a pretty fair maid And I fell in behind her cho: She was a rum one Fol-the-diddle-di-do-day But a bonny one Dol-the-diddle-di-do She walk-ed up and she walk-ed down And I kept close behind her And I asked of her the reason why That she could'na step no wider Go away, go away, you foolish young man And stop such foolish talking For it does not suit young men, she said To pick up young women's walking I am a chlochter to my trade My friends they call me rare-o If you'll tell me where your trouble lies I'II clean you nate and fair-o My trouble lies between my thighs And e'er it is abidin' It tickles me baith night and day And it keeps me from my stridin' He laid her down upon a bank Till he provided the plaster She jump-ed up upon her feet And she walk-ed all the faster She's gi'ed to me my winter's beef Besides my winter's fuellin' Far better than that she's gi'ed to me Was a stable for my stallion From Folksongs of Britain and Ireland, Kennedy Collected from David Stewart, 1956 Recorded by Norman Kennedy @bawdy @seduction filename[ RUMONE TUNE FILE: RUMONE CLICK TO PLAY RG apr96 |
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