The version in the DT [GREEN GROW THE RASHES, O (2)], which is from Robert Burns, The Merry Muses of Caledonia (edited by Barke and Smith), is not the one in The Merry Muses of Caledonia.

GREEN GROWS THE RASHES

Green grow the rashes, O,
Green grow the rashes, O,
The lassies they hae wimble-bores,
The widows they hae gashes, O.

O wat ye ought o' fisher Meg,
And how she trow'd the webster, O,
She loot me see her carrot c--t,
And sell'd it for a labster, O.
 Green, &c.

Mistress Mary cow'd her thing,
Because she wad be gentle, O,
And span the fleece upon a rock,
To waft a Highland mantle, O.
 Green, &c.

An' heard ye o' the coat o' arms
The Lyon brought our lady, O,
The crest was, couchant; sable c--t,
The motto, "ready, ready," O.
 Green, &c.

An' ken ye Leezie Lundie, O,
The godly Leezie Lundie, O,
She m--s like reek thro' a' the week,
But finger f---s on Sunday, O.
 Green, &c.

(From facsimile edition of The Merry Muses of Caledonia (1799), University of South Carolina Press for the Thomas Cooper Library, 1999, pp. 28-29; text only)

~Masato