There was an old girl of Kilkenny|
Whose usual charge was a penny.
For half of that sum
You could finger her bum;
A source of amusement to many.
Said the whore whom they called Geraldine,|
"When I think of the pricks that I've seen,
And all of the nuts
And the arseholes and butts
And bastards like you in between."
There was an old harlot of Wick|
Who was sucking a coal miner's prick
She said, "I don't mind
The coal dust and grime,
But the smell of your balls makes me sick."
There was a young lady of Clewer|
Who was riding a bike when it threw her.
A man saw her there
With her legs in the air
And seized the occasion to screw her.
There was a young fellow named Hyde|
Who took a girl out for a ride.
He mucked up her fuck-hole
And fucked up her muck-hole
And charged her two dollars beside.
There was a young man from Malacca|
Who always slept on his left knacker.
One saturday night,
He slept on his right,
And his knacker went off like a cracker.
A certain young fellow named Dick|
Liked to feel a girl's hand on his prick.
He taught them to fool
With his rigid old tool
Till the cream shot out, white and thick.
There was a young man named Lanny|
The size of whose prick was uncanny.
His wife, the poor dear,
Took it in her ear
And it came out the hole in her fanny.
A milkmaid there was, with a stutter|
Who was lonely and wanted a flutter.
She had nowhere to turn,
So she diddled a churn
And managed to come with the butter.
There was a young fellow named Perkin|
Who always was jerkin his gerkin.
His wife said, "Now Perkin,
Stop jerking your gerkin,
You're shirking your firking, you bastard."