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Текст с Bandcamp’а: “At last a blow for women’s lib where, being short of a few bob, the young lady in question cons this rich young man out of his money and his clothes. A crafty girl I’ll tell the world She winked at him for starters She wore a smile on rosie cheeks And mousetraps in her garters lyrics A merchant’s son he has lived in wrong And tae the begging he has gone And mounted on a noble steed It’s awa’ wi’ pleasure he did ride. Rantin antin an, rantin antin ae A beggar wench he chanced to see A beggar wench o’ low degree And he’s ta’en pity on her distress And says lass ye’ve got a pretty face. They both inclined then tae ha’e a drink Intae a public house they went They drank strong ale and brandy too-o Until the both of them got roarin’ fu’. They both inclined then tae go tae bed Soon under cover they were laid Strong ale and brandy went to their head-o Until they both lay like they were dead. Early next morning the wench she rose And she’s put on now the merchant’s clothes Wi’ his hat sae high and his sword sae dear-o She’s awa’ wi’ a’ the merchant’s gear. And later on then the merchant rose And he’s looked roun’ for tae find his clothes There’s naethin’ left no’ intae the room-o But a petticoat and a wimsey goon. from The Tannahill Weavers, released January 1, 1979 Traditional arr. Tannahill Weavers“
