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Gin a body meet a body, Comin'
Thro' the Rye,
Gin a body kiss a body, Need a body cry?
Every lassie has her laddie, Nane, they say, ha'e I;
Yet a'the lads they smile on me,
When comin' thro' the Rye.
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Gin a body meet a body, Comin'
frae the toon
Gin a body greet a body, Need a body froon?
Every lassie has her laddie, Nane, they say, ha'e I;
Yet a' the lads they smile on me,
When comin' thro' the Rye.
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Among the train there is a swain,
I dearly love mysel';
But what's his name, or where's his hame, I did-na choose to
tell.
Every lassie has her laddie, Nane, they say, ha'e I;
Yet a' the lads they smile on me,
When comin' thro' the Rye.
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