Green Grow the Rashes O

Tune: Green Grow the Rushes O

Green grow the rashes O,
Green grow the rashes O,
The sweetest bed I ever had
Was the bellies of the lasses O

We're all full from eating it,
We're all dry from drinking it,
The parson kissed the fiddler's wife,
And couldn't preach for thinking of it.

There's a pious lass in town,
Godly Lizzy Lundy O,
She mounts the peak throughout the week,
But fingers it on Sunday O.

Lizzie is of large dimension,
There is not a doubt of it,
The soccer team went in last night,
And none has yet come out of it.

Jockie's wife she thought she"d shave it,
Threw him in a pretty passion,
Shouting he'd not have a wife
Whose private parts were out of fashion.

 

Keywords: parody, sex, innuendo