There's mony a man that taks his Wife And licks her wi' a rung, Jo But I'se tak a contrairy gate And lick you wi' my tongue, Jo. O lick awa lick awa Lick awa my Dearie Ye winna hurt my winsom mou Tho ye lick till ye be weary.
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