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Green Grow The Rushes O
Green grows the rashes - O, Green grows the rashes - O;
The feather bed is no' sae saft
As a bed amang the rashes O.
Green grows the rashes - O, Green grows the rashes - O; The feather bed is no' sae saft As a bed among the rushes
O.
We' re a' dry wi' drinkin' o't, We' re a' dry wi' drinkin' o't;
The parson kissed the fiddler's wife, And he couldna preach for thinkin' o't.
The down bed, the feather bed, The bed amang the rashes, O; Yet a' the beds is no' sae saft, As the bellies o' the lasses,
O.
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