Classic Poem

Chorus

Come cowe me, minnie, come cowe me;
Come cowe me, minnie, come cowe me;
The hair o' my a — is grown into my c — t,
And they canna win to, to m-we me.

I

When Mary cam over the Border,
When Mary cam over the Border;
As eith 'twas approachin the C — t of a hurchin,
Her a — was in sic a disorder. —

2

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

3

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

4

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 c-nt it was theekit wi' glory. —
Come cowe &c. —