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The Catcher In The Rye - Lyrics by Clandestine


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Well, Jenny's a sweet young body, Jenny's seldom dry,
Draggled her petticoatie, comin' through the rye.
If a body meet a body comin' through the rye,
If a body kiss a body, need a body cry?
All the lassies have their laddies, Nane they say, have I;
But all the laddies smile at me, Comin' through the rye.
Well, Jenny's a sweet young body, Jenny's seldom dry,
Draggled her petticoatie, comin' through the rye.
If a body meet a body, comin' from the town,
If a body kiss a body, need a body frown?
If a body meet a body, comin' from the glen,
If a body kiss a body, need a body ken?
If a body meet a body comin' through the rye,
If a body catch a body, need a body cry?
All the lassies have their laddies, Nane they say, have I;
But all the laddies smile at me, Comin' through the rye.
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