| Lies, Spies, and Pies in the Skies 'Och! Mary, Mary, Mary my Queen Whit were ye daein' in the common green Wi' yon big laddie, wi' the hair sae red An' me here waitin' ye , tae come back tae bed?' 'Och! Darnley, Darnley, ye've always a moan I wish that ye'd leave a poor body alone The laddie, he wis jist helpin' me choose A couple o' mince pies, tae bring back tae youse' 'Och! Mary, Mary, nae mair o' yer lies 'Boot Ginger an' you, an' a couple o' pies Fair weel I ken yon Ginger McAskill He's naethin' but a dirty big rascal' Mary then decided that she'd had aboot enough Although she agreed that she liked a bit o' rough She arranged wi' big Ginger, an' anither big tough Tae waylay Darnley, oan his way tae Edinburgh In Kirk o' Field hoose, efter denner an' stuff A large jug o' ale, an' a wee pinch o' snuff A barrel o' gunpooder went up wi' a puff Goodbye, Darnley. Tough! Tough! Tough! |
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