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O gin ye be so trig lassie, O gin ye be so trig. The whalebone keeps their belly back, and yet it may turn big.
With stamingers into their breasts, their bubies they do crush man;Which makes them jimp about the middle, and big where ye wad wish man. O soon ye learn the trade lassie, O soon ye learn the trade, About fifteen you are so keen, as venture to the bed.
With ribbons rare and other ware, they're primped up sae nice man,They loftily do cock their heads, ev’n as their docks got spice man. O well does thou incline, lassie, O well does thou incline. To dance the blanket-hornpipe, as minnie did langsyne.
Our Ladies now we do not know, tho' they busk ne’er so bra' man,Our servant-maids does wear the same, we think they're Ladies a’ man: O what needs a' this pride lassie, O what needs a' this pride. To wear your best clothes every day, and what when you’re a bride?
They think their maidenheads will spoil, before young men come near man;
