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?