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Traditional

Four and twenty virgins

Came down from Inverness
And when the ball was over
There were four and twenty less.

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Balls to your partner,
Ass against the wall.
If you cannot get ——
on a Saturday night,
you cannot get —– at all

The Queen was in the parlor,
Eating bread and honey.
The King was in the chambermaid
And she was in the money.

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There was doin’ in the kitchen,
And doin’ it on the stones.
Ya couldna’ hear the music
For the wheezin’ and the groans.

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The village butcher, he was there,
A cleaver in his hand.
And every time he turned around,
He circumcised the band.

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The deacon’s wife, well, she was there
With her butt against the wall.
"Put your money on the table, boys,
‘Cause I’m going to do you all."

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The letter carrier, he was there.
The poor man had the pox.
He couldn’t do the ladies,
So he did the letter box.

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The village cripple he was there,
Can you imagine that?
Amusing himself by
abusing himself,
And catching it in his hat.

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The bride was in the bedroom
Talking to the groom.
"The front! The front!
And not the back,
Is the entrance to the womb!"

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When the ball was over
Everyone confessed,
"The dancin’ was exquisite,
But the doin’ was the best!"

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