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WALTZ ME AROUND AGAIN, HROTHGAR! SONGS-X4.TXT
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-Ioseph of Locksley and countless others!
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-tune: "Celito Lindo"
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A limerick packs laughs anatomical
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Into space that is quite economical
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But the good ones we've seen
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So seldom are clean
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And the clean ones so seldom are comical! (T)
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(Chorus): Ai, ai, ai, ai!
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I am drunker than you are
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So sing me another verse
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That's worse than the other verse
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And waltz me around again, Hrothgar! (I)
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A blue ribbon was quite a surprise
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To a Scotsman in his native guise
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"I don't know where you've been,
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Whether good, or in sin....
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But I'm glad that you won the first prize!" (I)
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While Titian was mixing rose madder
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He espied a nude girl on a ladder
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Her position, to Titian
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Suggested coition
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So he climbed up the ladder and had 'er! (T)
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A wanton young lady from Wembly
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Reproached for not acting quite primly
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Answered "Heavens above!"
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"I know sex is not love!"
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"But it's such an attractive facsimile!" (T)
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There once was a knight from the West
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Who thought he was the very best
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But the ladies just chaffed
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And pointed and laughed
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And never put him to the test! (U)
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A Celt, with a grin, softly said
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As he killed all his enemies dead
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"These trophies so gory
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Are my marks of glory,
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It's my enemies giving me head!" (I)
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There was a young lass from Bryn Mawr
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Who committed a dreadful faux pas
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She loosened a stay
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In her decollette
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Exposing her je ne sais quoi! (T)
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There once was an old man of Lyme
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Who married three wives at a time
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When asked: "Why a third?"
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He replied: "One's absurd!"
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"And bigamy, sir, is a crime!" (T)
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2
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The Revel lasts all of the night
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Lords and ladies in finery bedight
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The music doth swell
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The dancers look well
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Once they learn their left foot from their right! (E)
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There once was a knight from the Middle
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Who wanted to learn how to diddle
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In the East, at his ease,
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He caught a disease:
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And now he can't even piddle! (I)
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A randy young man from Caid
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Was discovered spreading his seed
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In horses and dogs,
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In owls and in frogs,
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And in two or three slow-moving Swedes! (I)
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At least if you're in the Dark Horde
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You will never sit 'round being bored
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Our ladies, and wives.
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Tend to carry sharp knives....
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First get their permission, my lord! (U)
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A lusty old Duke, at Estrella
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Was behaving in ways I won't say-a
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In his BVDs
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Duct-taped to a tree
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He woke up the very next day-a! (I)
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Address all unknowns as gentle
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Treat ladies as tho' sacramental
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Unless their bare arms,
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Loose behavior, and charms
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Proclaim that their favours are rentals! (E)
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Don't ever drink Caidan Blue
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It'll getcha as nothing else do!
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A pirate one day
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Drank two, so they say,
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Just look at that boy gork and spew! (I)
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There once was a young knight from Kent
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Whose thing was so long that it bent!
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To save himself trouble
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He'd put it in double,
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And instead of coming, he went! (T)
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The trouble with list'ning to Yang
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Was that every damned song the man sang
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Was either illicit,
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immoral, explicit,
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Or in lower Mongolian slang! (E)
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There was a young lady named Banker
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Who slept with the Corsairs, at anchor!
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She awoke in dismay
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When she heard someone say:
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"Now, up with the top's'l and spanker!" (U)
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A serious thought for today
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Is one that may cause dismay:
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Just what are the forces
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That bring little horses
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If all the big horses say "Neigh?" (U)
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There was a young man from Racine
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Who invented a "Doing Machine"
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Concave and convex
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It could "do" either sex,
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But oh, what a bastard to clean! (T)
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There was a young couple named Kelly
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Who walked around belly-to-belly
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Because, in their haste,
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They used library paste
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Instead of petroleum jelly! (T)
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At the Revel last night down in Crewe
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I found a large mouse in the stew
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Said the waiter "Don't shout,
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And wave it about,
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Or the King will be wanting one, too!" (T)
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There was a young lady named Greene
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Who grew so abnormally lean
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And flat and compressed
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That her back touched her chest
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And sideways, she couldn't be seen! (T)
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A certain young man from An Tir
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Sat down, and cried in his beer,
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His lady, he said,
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Wore chain-mail to bed
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And it took off the hair round his peer (I)
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There once was a knight from the Mists
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Who cockily entered the lists
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A Duke soon uncocked him,
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Dehorned and defrocked him,
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He got screwed, but never was kissed! (I)
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If you kiss enough frogs, so they say,
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One might be a Prince, some fine day,
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But beware of the dude
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Who is uncouth, and lewd:
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He's a horny toad, and a bad lay! (I)
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A certain young Herald so charming
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Had Arms that were very alarming:
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A maiden, displayed,
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On a bed, disarrayed,
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And the motto: "Foreplay is forearming!" (I)
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You can fight the Dark Horde, if you wanna
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You'll find plenty of blood, guts, and honnah
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While you turn them quite green
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With your shieldwork supreme
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Look out for that left-hand katana! (E)
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The East, or the Mid, (It depends!)
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Remarks when the Horde condescends
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To march into place
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With sword, spear and mace:
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"Your friends? I thought they were our friends!" (E)
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Now Ysgithrs' all in a riot
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They've never been peaceful and quiet
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We'd turn it to slag
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Mop it up with a rag
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Or sell it, but nobody'd buy it! (U)
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A Meridian lady, they say.
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Was made a peculiar way:
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She took forty-two strokes
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And three dirty jokes
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And a gallon of mead every day! (U)
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Ansteorra's a place in a rut
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Delighted to wallow in smut!
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They use dirty socks
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To cover their jocks
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And do, well, I mustn't say what! (U)
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As I gazed at the heavens one night
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The cracks in the sky caused me fright!
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Pieces came down!
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Fell all over town!
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I guess Chicken Little was right! (J)
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God's plan had a hopeful beginning
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But Man spoiled his chances by sinning
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We trust that the story
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Will end up in Glory
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But, at present, the Other side's winning.... (T)
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And now we have got to The End
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Of this song about Terrible Sin
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And if you've been bored
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I'm sorry, m'lord
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You should NEVER have let me begin! (I)
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**************************************************************
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Follows are extra verses, and XXX-rated verses to "Waltz Me Around
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Again, Hrothgar":
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There was a young girl named Alice
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Who used dynamite for a phallus
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They found her vagina
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In South Carolina
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And her arse was just this side of Dallas! (T)
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A rancid old hermit named Dave
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Kept a dead whore in a cave
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He said; "I admit,"
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"I'm a bit of a shit;"
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"But think of the money I save!" (T)
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There was a young man from Nantucket
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Whose prick was so long he could suck it
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Said he, with a grin,
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As he wiped off his chin,
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"If my ear was a cunt, I could fuck it!" (T)
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Now, Jon and Diana one day
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Founded the whole SCA
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At a Berkeley party
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That was very arty
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Now it's covered the whole USA! (U)
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His Grace (or Her Grace...it depends)
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Remarks when the Dark Horde descends
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With chickens and goats,
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six Serbs and five Croats
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"My friends? I thought they were YOUR friends!" (E)
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There once was an old maid from Wooster
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Who thought that a man had seduced her
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When looking around,
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She finally found:
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'Twas only the bedpost that goosed her! (T)
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There was an old lady from Munich
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Who was ravished one night by a Eunuch
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At the height of her passion
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He slipped her a ration
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From a squirt-gun concealed in his tunic! (T)
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There once was a mighty stick-jock
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Who had holes down the length of his cock
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When he got an erection
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He'd play a selection
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From Johann Sebastian Bach! (U)
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An attractive young lady named Myrtle
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Had quite an affair with a turtle
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What is more phenominal
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A swelling abdominal
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Showed Myrtle the Turtle was fertile! (T)
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An unfortunate fellow named Chase
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Had an ass that was badly misplaced
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He showed indignation
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When investigation
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Proved that few persons shit thru their face! (T)
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A Roman, who hailed from Gazondom
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Used a dried hedgehog's hide for a condom
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His mistress did shout
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As he pulled the thing out
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"De gustibus non disputandum!" (U)
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There was a young maid from Madras
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Who had a magnificent ass
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Not pretty, and pink,
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As you probably think:
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It was grey, had long ears, and ate grass! (S)
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A bather, whose clothing was strewed
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By breezes, that left her quite nude
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Saw a man come along
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And, unless I am wrong,
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You expect the next line to be lewd! (U)
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A habit obscene and unsavoury
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Holds the Vicar of Wessex in slavery
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With maniacal howls
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He deflowers young owls
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Which he keeps in an underground aviary! (T)
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There was a young harlot from Crewe
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Who filled her vagina with glue
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She said, with a grin,
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"If they pay to get in,
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They'll pay to get out of it, too!" (S)
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There was a young lawyer named Rex
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Who was sadly deficient in sex
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Arraigned for exposure
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He said, with composure,
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"De minimus non curat lex!" (U)
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There was an old lady of Tring
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Who, when somebody asked her to sing
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Replied, "Isn't it odd?
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I can never tell 'God
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Save The Weasle' from 'Pop Goes The King!" (U)
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A young poet, whose name was McMahon
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Wrote verse that never would scan
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When they said, "But the thing
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Doesn't move with a swing,"
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He said: "Yes, but I like to get as many words
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into the last line as I possibly can! (U)
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There once was a Duke from the West
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Whose bride wore chain-mail with the best
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He said," She is sweet,
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And gentle, and neat,
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But it pulls out the hairs from my chest!" (I)
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There once was a man named Old Jossil
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Who found a most int'resting fossil
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He could tell by the bend
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And the knot in the end,
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T'was the pecker of Paul the Apostle! (T)
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There once was a man from Rangoon
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Who was born by the light of the moon
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He had not the luck
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To be born of a fuck
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But a wet-dream scraped up with a spoon! (T)
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There once was a man from Shambock
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Who played the bass viol with his cock
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With massive erections
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He rendered selections
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From Johann Sebastian Bach! (T)
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There once was a girl from Milpitas
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Who had a great yen for coitus
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Her athletic friend
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Had an itch on the end,
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So now she has ath-el-ete's foetus! (U)
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There once was a girl from Mobile
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Had a cunt made of crucible steel
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Her greatest sex-thrill
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Was a rotary drill
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And an off-center emery wheel! (U)
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A broken-down harlot named Truppe
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Was heard to confess, in her cups,
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"The height of my folly
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Was to diddle a Collie,
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But I got a nice prize for the pups!" (T)
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There once was a man named Grost
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Who had an affair with a ghost
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He said, with a spasm,
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At the height of orgasm,
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"I think I can feel it, almost!" (T)
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There once was a Corsair named Bates
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Who did the fandango, on skates;
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He fell on his cutlass
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Which rendered him nutless,
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And practically useless on dates! (T)
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There was a young lady named Cager
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Who, as the result of a wager,
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Consented to fart
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The whole oboe part
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Of Mozart's Quartet in F Major! (U)
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There was a young lady from York
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Who was greatly adverse to the stork
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But no matter how firm,
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She feared no man's sperm,
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For she plugged it up first with a cork! (U)
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There was an old Count from Svoboda
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Who would not pay a whore what he owed her,
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So, with great savoir-faire,
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She stood on a chair,
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And pissed in his whiskey-and-soda! (T)
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There was a young lady from Arden
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Who was blowing a man in a garden,
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He said, in a huff:
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"Do you swallow the stuff?"
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She answered him:" (gulp!) Beg your pardon?" (T)
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The lovely young Countess of Bole
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Had a sense of humor most droll
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To a masquerade ball
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She wore nothing at all,
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And backed in as a Parker House Roll! (T)
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There was a young man from old Sparta
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Who was a magnificent farta
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He could fart anything
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From "God Save the Queen,"
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To a solo from "La Traviata!" (T)
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On the chest of a Countess named Gail
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Was tatooed the price of her tail,
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And on her behind,
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For the sake of the blind,
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Was the same information, in Braille! (T)
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There was a young man from New Haven
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Who had an affair with a raven
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Said he, with a grin,
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As he wiped off his chin,
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"Nevermore!" (U)
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A fighter, while armoring up,
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Found a lady's brassiere in his cup.
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Since his jock strap was gone,
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He tied the thing on,
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Saying, "Wonder what's holding HER up?" (M)
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A lady who liked to brew mead
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Made a very strong potion indeed--
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When served at the War,
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It disabled twelve score,
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And the Midrealm was forced to concede! (M)
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Hussein, a true servant of Allah,
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Converted some poor Viking fella
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Saying, "Take my advice,
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Seek the true Paradise--
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You know what they serve in Valhalla!" (M)
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All the lady apes ran from King Kong
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For his dong was unspeakably long
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But a friendly giraffe
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Took his yard-and-a-half
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And ecstatically broke into song! (S)
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A maiden who lived in Virginny
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Had a cunt that could bark, neigh and whinny
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The hunting set chased her,
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Fucked, buggered, then dropped her
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For the pitch of her organ went tinny! (S)
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There once was a young girl of Devon
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Who was raped in a garden by seven
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High Anglican priests -
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The lascivious beasts!
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Of such is the Kingdom of Heaven.....! (S)
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When a woman in strapless attire
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Found her breasts working higher and higher
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A guest, with great feeling,
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Exclaimed "How appealing!"
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"Do you mind if I piss in the fire?" (S)
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There was a young lady from Trent
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Who said that she knew what it meant
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When he asked her to dine
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Private room, lots of wine,
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She knew, oh, she knew...but she went! (S)
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There was a young lady named Hitchin
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Who was scratchin' her crotch in the kitchen
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Her mother said, "Rose,"
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"It's the crabs, I suppose..."
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She said, "Yes, and the buggers are itchin'!" (S)
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There was a young man of St. James
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Who indulged in the jolliest games
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He lighted the rim
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Of his grandmother's quim
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And laughed as she pissed thru the flames! (S)
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A fellow whose surname was Hunt
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Trained his prick to perform a slick stunt
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This versatile spout
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Could be turned inside out
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like a glove, and be used as a cunt! (S)
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There was a young girl from Darjeeling
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Who could dance with such exquisite feeling
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There was never a sound
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For miles around
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Save for fly-buttons hitting the ceiling! (S)
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A hermit who had an oasis
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Thought it the best of all places
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He could pray and be calm
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'Neath a pleasant date-palm,
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While the lice on his pecker ran races! (S)
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The last time I dined with the King
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He did quite a curious thing:
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He sat on a stool
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And took out his tool,
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And said, "If I play, will you sing?" (S)
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The gay young Duke of Buckingham
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Stood on the bridge at Rockingham,
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Watching the stunts
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of the cunts and the punts,
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and the tricks of the pricks that were fucking 'em! (S)
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A mathematician named Ball
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Had a hexahedronical ball,
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And the cube of its' weight
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Times his pecker, plus eight,
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Was four-fifths of five-eighths fucking all! (S)
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There was a young student of Trinity
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Who shattered his sister's virginity
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He buggered his brother,
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Had twins by his mother,
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And took double honours in Divinity! (S)
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There was a young fellow named Scott
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Who took a girl out on his yacht
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But, too lazy to rape her,
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He made darts of brown paper,
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Which he languidly threw at her twat! (S)
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There was a young lady from Exeter
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So pretty, that men craned their necks at her
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One went so far
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As to wave from his car
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The distinguishing mark of his sex at her! (S)
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There was a young fellow named Kimble
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Whose prick was exceedingly nimble
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But fragile and slender
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And dainty and tender
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So he kept it enclosed in a thimble! (S)
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An organist, playing at York,
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Had a prick that could hold a small fork,
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And, between obligattos,
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He'd munch at tomatoes
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To keep up his strength while at work! (S)
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As the she-wolf and lioness feel
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For their cubs, so the Knight for his steel.
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When looking at such
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Ask leave ere you touch
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Or instead of seeing, you'll feel. (C)
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Be still when a Bard holds the hall.
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Join the dancing or stand by the wall.
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Don't boast of your might
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Till you learn how to fight
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Or after or ever at all. (C)
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There once was a girl with a torso
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Like Jessica Rabbit's but more so!
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Her only complaint
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Was because Ink and Paint
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Gave each of her tits its own floor show! (K)
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* note: there are HUNDREDS of verses to this song.......
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(T): Traditional (U): Unknown source (I): Ioseph of Locksley
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(E): East Kingdom Songbook (S): Singapore Hash House Harriers
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(J): John Benson (M): Marian Greenleaf (C): Cariadoc of The Bow
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(K): Charlie Kellner
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