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I enter the wake |
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Walls are red and cellar blake |
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Little work I have to make |
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With a fishwife bent to |
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I open a door |
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What I see? Another whore |
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With a grimy grinning brow |
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Let me play with you girl |
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- You scum! - I'm your tailor |
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Thread I brought and corteuos'll make you |
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Stitch to lip and stitch to other |
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You are silent. Cheerful! Rather! |
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Stitch by stitch but tongue is out |
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Hey you calf don't cry so loud |
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Use the scissors - What you do? |
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- Never'll be foul-mouthed you |
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I enter the wake |
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Walls are red and cellar blake |
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Little work I have to make |
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With a cutty bent to |
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I open a door |
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What I see? Another whore |
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With a grimy grinning brow |
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Let me play with you girl |
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- Hey lad? - I'm your lover |
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With my stake will pierce your cover |
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Let me plant you on the edge |
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Let me touch your lips with sledge |
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Please bend down and lift your skirt |
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Do not move - it's just absurd |
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Use that grampus - What you do? |
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- Never'll be so gorgeous you |
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I enter the wake |
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Walls are red and cellar blake |
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Little work I have to make |
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With a lady bent to |
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I open a door |
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What I see? Another whore |
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With a grimy grinning brow |
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Let me play with you girl |
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- Oh sir! - I'm your saviour |
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So said I and torch I gave her |
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Hands are tight so I have missed |
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So with fire she was kissed |
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Put your little hand in mine |
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Let me wipe your tears with bine |
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Use that grip vice - What you do? |
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- Never'll be too mincing you |
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I went off the wake |
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Far off now cellar blake |
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As the evening pass the day |
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Coming home with pleasure |
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Jolly hangman |
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Jolly hangman |
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Jolly hangman |
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Toils all day |
