Alma Gluck - Comin' Thro' the Rye Lyrics

O, Jenny's a' wet, poor body,
Jenny's seldom dry:
She draggled a' her petticoatie,
Comin thro' the rye!

Chorus:
Comin thro' the rye, poor body,
Comin thro' the rye,
She draigl't a' her petticoatie,
Comin thro' the rye!

If, should a body meet a body
Comin thro' the rye,
Gin a body kiss a body,
Need a body cry?

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Gin a body meet a body
Comin thro' the glen
Gin a body kiss a body,
Need the world know?

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Gin a body meet a body
Comin thro' the grain;
Gin a body kiss a body,
The thing's a body's own.

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Ilka lassie has her laddie,
Nane, they say, ha'e I
Yet all the lads they smile on me,
When comin' thro' the rye.