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For as I gaed doun the Overgate I met a bonnie wee lass.
For she winked to me wi' the tail of her e'e as I went walkin' past.

Rickey-doo-dum-die, doo-dum-die
Rickey-dickey-doo-dum-day

I asked her what her name might be, she said, “Jemima Rose,
And I live in Blueberry Lane at the fit o' the Beefcan Close.”

Rickey-doo-dum-die, doo-dum-die
Rickey-dickey-doo-dum-day

I asked her what was her landlady's name, she said it was Mrs. Bruce;
And wi' that she invited me to come awa tae the hoose.

Rickey-doo-dum-die, doo-dum-die
Rickey-dickey-doo-dum-day

As we went up the windin' stair, and it bein' lang and dark;
For I slipped my money through my inside pooch and I tied it to the tail o' my sark.

Rickey-doo-dum-die, doo-dum-die
Rickey-dickey-doo-dum-day

I scarcely had got in the hoose when she took me tae her room;
It was there we pulled a bottle oot and then we baith set doun.

Rickey-doo-dum-die, doo-dum-die
Rickey-dickey-doo-dum-day

That a' nicht lang I dreamt I was lyin' in the airms o' Jemima Rose;
But when I waukened I was lyin' on my back at the fit o' the Beefcan Close.

Rickey-doo-dum-die, doo-dum-die
Rickey-dickey-doo-dum-day

Come a' ye jolly plooman lads that gang oot for a lark;
Just slip your money through your inside pooch and tie it to the tail o' your sark.

Rickey-doo-dum-die, doo-dum-die
Rickey-dickey-doo-dum-day

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