Nine Inch will Please a Lady

Come rede me, dame, come tell me, dame,My dame, come tell me truly.What length o' graith, when weel ca'd hame,Will ser'e a woman duly?The carlin clew her wanton tail,Her wanton tail sae ready;I learn't a sang in Annandale,Nine inch will please a lady.

But for a countrie c—t like mine.In sooth we're nae sae gentle;We'll tak' twa thumb-bread to the nine,And that's a sonsie p—t—e.O leeze me on my Charlie lad!I'll ne'er forget my Charlie!Twa roarin' handfu' and a daud,He nidg't it in fu' rarely.

But weary fa' the laithern doup.And may it ne'er ken thrivin';It's no the length that gars me loup.But it's the double drivin'.Come nidge me Tam, come nodge me Tam,Come nidge me o'er the nyvle;Come louse and lug your batterin' ram.And thrash him at my gyvel.