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Elibanks and Elibraes, My blessin's ay befa' them, Tho' I wish I had brunt a' my claes, The first time e'er I saw them; Your succar kisses were sae sweet, Deil haet if I can tell, man, How ye gart me lay my legs abreed, And lift my sark mysel', man.

There's no a lass in a' the land, Can f—k sae weel as I can; Louse down your breeks, lug out your wand, Hae ye nae mind to try, man; For ye're the lad that wears the breeks, And I'm the lass that loes ye; Deil rive my c—t to candle-wicks Gif ever I refuse ye!!

I'll clasp my arms about your neck, As I were gaun to speel, jo; I'll cleek my houghs about your a—e, As souple as an eel, jo; I'll cleek my houghs about your a—e. As I were gaun to speel, jo; And if Jock thief he should slip out, I'll ding him wi' my heel, jo.