Aug 09, 2009 02:08
(tradeetional)
Green grows the rashes-O,
Green grows the rashes-O:
The feather-bed is no sae saft
As a bed amang the rashes-O.
We're aw dry wi drinkin o't,
We're aw dry wi drinkin o't;
The parson kissed the fiddler's wife,
An he coudna preach for thinkin o't.
Green grows the rashes-O,
Green grows the rashes-O:
The feather-bed is no sae saft
As a bed amang the rashes-O.
The doun-bed, the feather-bed,
The bed amang the rashes-O;
Yet aw the beds is no sae saft
As the bellies o the lassies-O.
scots,
poetry