Green grow the rashes [alternate version]

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Ⓖ THIS IS PUBLISHED IN ITS ORIGINAL FORM AND CONTAINS VERY STRONG LANGUAGE -- -- -- -- -- -- Green grow the rashes, O, Green grow the rashes, O, The lassies they hae wimble-bores, The widows they hae gashes, O. O wat ye ought o fisher Meg, And how she trow'd the Webster, O, She loot me see her carrot cunt, And fell'd it for a lobster, O. Mistress Mary cow'd her thing, Because she wad be gentle, O, And span the fleece upon a rock, To waft a Highland mantle, O. An' heard ye o' the coat o' arms, The Lyon brought our lady, O, The crest was, couchant, sable cunt, The motto, 'ready, ready' O. Green grow the rashes, O, Green grow the rashes, O, The lassies they hae wimble-bores, The widows they hae gashes, O.