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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 wabster, O, She loot me see her carrot c—t, And sell'd it for a labster, O. 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.

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.

An' ken ye Leezie Lundie, O, The godly Leezie Lundie, O; She m—s like reek thro' a' the week, But finger fr—gs on Sunday, O.