Poem - Ode to the Bonnie McGillacutty

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Aye, I sawr ‘er teesting’ the malt,

With lips o’ sweet nectahr, thar.

And a bosom ample in the fleshy,

Sa’isfaction, if only she wahr bare.

‘Er name esceeps me, but for,

A moment, now, then I tink,

‘Er ample wares o' plenty o’

I call 'er, Tits McGillacutty.

A fine Irish lass she wus,

“Er skin as white as milk.

‘Er treasures did define ‘er.

She peeked uh‘neath me kilt.

Th’ lass MacGillacutty,

With carls in ‘er tressy hair,

She war' a feisty milk maid,

An’ sported a lovely pair.