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The Fornicator YOU jovial boys who love the joys,The blessfu' joys of lovers;An' dare avow 't wi' dauntless brow,Whate'er the lass discovers; I pray draw near, and you shall hear,An' welcome in a frater, I've lately been on quarantine,A proven Fornicator. Before the congregation wide,I past the muster fairly; My handsome Betsey by my side,We gat our ditty rarely.My down cast eye, by chance did spy,What made my mouth to water,Those limbs sae clean, where I betweenCommenced Fornicator. Wi' rueful face and signs o' grace, I paid the buttock hire; The night was dark, and thro' the park I cou'dna but convoy her; A parting kiss, what cou'd I less, My vows began to scatter; Sweet Betsey fell, fal lal de ral! |I am a Fornicator. But, by the sun an' moon I swear,An' I'll fulfil ilk hair o't,That while I own a single crown,She's welcome to a share o't;My roguish boy, his mother's joy,An' darling of his pater,I for his sake the name will take,A harden'd Fornicator. [Robert Burns]
YOU jovial boys who love the joys,The blessfu' joys of lovers;An' dare avow 't wi' dauntless brow,Whate'er the lass discovers; I pray draw near, and you shall hear,An' welcome in a frater, I've lately been on quarantine,A proven Fornicator.
Before the congregation wide,I past the muster fairly; My handsome Betsey by my side,We gat our ditty rarely.My down cast eye, by chance did spy,What made my mouth to water,Those limbs sae clean, where I betweenCommenced Fornicator.
Wi' rueful face and signs o' grace, I paid the buttock hire; The night was dark, and thro' the park I cou'dna but convoy her; A parting kiss, what cou'd I less, My vows began to scatter; Sweet Betsey fell, fal lal de ral! |I am a Fornicator.
But, by the sun an' moon I swear,An' I'll fulfil ilk hair o't,That while I own a single crown,She's welcome to a share o't;My roguish boy, his mother's joy,An' darling of his pater,I for his sake the name will take,A harden'd Fornicator.
[Robert Burns]
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