Coming Through The Rye
Robert Burns
Coming thro’ the rye, poor body, Coming thro’ the rye, She draiglet a’ her petticoatie Coming thro’ the rye. O, Jenny’s a’ wat, poor body; Jenny’s seldom dry; She draiglet a’ her petticoatie Coming thro’ the rye. Gin a body meet a body Coming thro’ the rye, Gin a body kiss a body— Need a body cry? Gin a body meet a body Coming thro’ the glen, Gin a body kiss a body— Need the warld ken?
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