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â’¼ THIS IS PUBLISHED IN ITS ORIGINAL FORM AND CONTAINS EXPLICIT SEXUAL SCENES -- -- -- -- -- -- Yestreen I wed a lady fair, And ye wad believe me, On her cunt there grows nae hair, That's the thing that grieves me. It vexed me sair, it plagu'd me sair, It put me in a passion, To think that I had wad a wife, Whase cunt was out o' fashion.