A Red Red Bum
O my Bum's like a red, red, rose
That's newly sprung in June;
O my Bum doth play a melodie
Distinctly out of tune.
As fair art thou, my bonnie ass,
So proud of thee am I;
And I'll put powder on my rear
Till both the cheeks gang dry.
Till both your cheeks quite dry, my rear,
And glisten in the sun
I will wipe you still, my rear
While the schitts o' life shall run.
And how thee smell, my only Bum,
And how thee smell, so vile!
And thou shalt schitt again, my Bum,
And leave it in a pile.
