An Excellent SONG
INTITULED
Fy gar rub her o're wi Strae.
An Italian Canzone (of seven hundred Years standing) imitated in braid Scots.
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(1)
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GIN ye meet a bonny Lassie
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Gie her a Kiss and let her gae,
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But if she be a dirty Hussy,
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Fy gar rub her o're wi Strae.
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Fy gar rub her, fy gar rub her.
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Fy gar rub her o're wi Strae.
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But if she be a bonny Lassie,
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Give her a Kiss and let her gae.
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[(2)]
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Be sure ye dinna quat the Grip,
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Of ilka Joy when ye are young,
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Before auld Age your Vitals nip,
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And lay ye twafald o're a Rung.
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Fy gar rub her, fy gar rub her,
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fy gar rub her, o're wi Strae,
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But if she be a bonny Lassrie,
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give her a Kiss and let her gae.
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(3)
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Sweet Youths a blyth and hartsom Time,
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then Lads and Lasses while it's May
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Gae pow the Gowan in it's Prime,
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before it wither and Decay,
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Fy gar rub her, fy gar rub her,
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fy gar rub her o're wi Strae.
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But if she be a bonny Lassie,
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give her a Kiss and let her gae.
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(4)
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Watch the fast Minutes of Delyte,
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When Jeany speaks beneath her Breath
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And Kisses laying a the Wyte
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On you if she kepp ony Skath,
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Fy gar rub her, fy gar rub her
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Fy gar rub her o're wi Strae,
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But if she be a bony Lassie
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give her a Kiss and ler her gae.
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(5)
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Haith ye're ill bred, she'll smilling say,
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ye'll worry me ye greedy Rook,
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Syn frae your Arms she'll rin away,
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and hide her self in some dark Noo[k]
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Fy gar rub her, fy gar rub her,
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fy gar rub he o're wi Strae,
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But if she be a bonny Lassie.
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give her a Kiss and let her [gae.]
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(6)
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Her Laugh will lead you to the Place,
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Where lys the Happiness ye want,
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And plainly tells you to your Face,
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Nineteen Naysays are haff a Grant.
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Fy gar rub her, fy gar rub her,
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fy gar rub her o're wi Strae,
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But if she be a bonny Lassie,
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Give her a Kiss and let her gae,
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(7)
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Now to her heaving Bosom cling,
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and sweetly toolie for a Kiss.
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Frae her fair Finger whop a Ring,
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as Taken of a future Bless.
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Fy gar rub her, fy gar rub her,
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fy gar rub her o're wi Strae,
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But if she be a bonny Lassie,
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give her a Kiss and let her gae,
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(8)
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These Bennisons I'm very sure,
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are of the God's Indulgent Grant,
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Then Surrly Carles, whisht forbear,
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to Plague us with your whining Cant.
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Fy gar rub her, fy gar rub her,
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fy gar rub her o're wi Strae,
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But if she be a bonny Lassie,
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Give her a Kiss and let her gae.
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