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An Older Version.

Green grow the rashes, O,
 Green grow the rashes, O;
The sweetest bed that e'er I got,
 Was the bellies o' the lassies, O.
 
'Twas late yestreen I met wi' ane
 And wow but she was gentle, O;
Ae han' she pat to my gravat,
 The tither to my p—t—e, O.

Green grow, &c.


I dought na speak, yet was na fly'd.
 My heart play'd duntie, duntie, 0,
A' ceremonie laid aside,
 I fairly faund her c—t—ie, O.

Green grow, &c.


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