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Green grow the rashes [an older edition]


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 vow but she was gentle, O; Ae han' she pat to my gravat, The tither to my pintle, O. 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. I dought na speak, yet was na fly'd, My heart play'd duntie, duntie, O, A' ceremonie laid aside, I fairly faund her cuntie, O. 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.

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Dougray Scott

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This is a song by Robert Burns. It is read here by Dougray Scott.

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