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Lo! what hast thou done, prey what is this?
Mine eyes do see but believe it not
You greet me with a Glasgow kiss
My blood flows swift and does not clot
But doest spill in floods o’or floor
Forsooth methinks you have forgot
The way to treat the devils whore
God’s teeth thou knowest not the plot.
My life’ s blood you must restore
Thou leavest me with a damned spot
Which fast grows dark and runs with gore
S’wounds thou doth protest a lot
a Glasgow kiss is slang for a head butt
a gory story for the rocking renaissance contest