Green grow the rashes – A Fragment——{Green grow the rashes}

GREEN grow the rashes O,
Green grow the rashes O,
The lasses they hae wimble bores,
The widows they hae gashes O.

1
In sober hours I am a priest;
A hero when I'm tipsey, O;
But I'm a king and ev'ry thing,
When wi' a wanton Gipsey, O.
Green grow &c.

2
'Twas late yestreen I met wi' ane,
An' wow, but she was gentle, O!
Ae han' she pat roun' my cravat,
The tither to my pintle O.
Green grow &c.

3
I dought na speak-------yet was na fley'd------
My heart play'd duntie, duntie, O;
An' ceremony laid aside,
I fairly fun' her cuntie, O.-------
Green grow &c.
Multa desunt-------