Comin' Through The Rye by Alice Alice's Comments: Since we are so close to Burns night, I have such tunes running through my mind. 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?
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