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When Mary cam over the border
When Mary cam over the border
As eith 'twas approachin the cunt of a hurchin
Her arse was in sic a disorder

Come cowe me minnie come cowe me;
Come cowe me minnie come cowe me;
The hair o' my erse is grown into my cunt,
And they canna win to, to mowe me.

But wanton Wattie cam west on't
But wanton Wattie cam west on't
He did it sae tickle, he left nae as meikle
'Sa spider wad bigget a nest on't

And was nae Wattie a Clinker,
He mow'd frae the Queen to the tinkler
Then sat down, in grief, like the Macedon chief
For want o' mae warlds to conquer

And o'what a jewel was Mary!
And o'what a jewel was Mary!
Her face it was fine, and her bosom divine,
And her cunt it was theekit wi'glory

Come cowe me minnie come cowe me;
Come cowe me minnie come cowe me;
The hair o' my erse is grown into my cunt,
And they canna win to, to mowe me.