The Pearl/Volume 1/The Wanton Lass

Air.—"Derry Down."

There was a lass they called bonny Bet, With a jolly fat arse, and a cunt black as jet; Her quim had long itched, and she wanted, I vow, A jolly good fucking, but couldn't tell how. Derry down.

She thought of a plan that might serve as the same, That herself she might shag without any shame; So a carrot she got, with a point rather blunt, And she ramm'd it and jamm'd it three parts up her cunt. Derry down.

She liked it so well that she oft used to do it, Till at length the poor girl had occasion to rue it; For one day, when amusing herself with this whim, The carrot it snapped, and part stuck in her quim. Derry down.

She went almost mad with vexation at this, Indeed it was time, the poor girl couldn't piss. The lass was in torture, no rest had poor Bet, So at last an old doctor she was forced to get. Derry down.

The doctor he came, and she told him the case, Then with spectacles on, and a very long face, He bid her turn up, though she scarcely was able, And pull up her petticoats over her navel. Derry down.

Her clouts she held up, round her belly so plump, And he gave her fat arse such a hell of a thump, That he made her cry out, tho' he did it so neat, And away flew the carrot bang into the street. Derry down.

Now a sweep passing by, he saw it come down, Picked it up and he ate it, and said with a frown, By God! it's not right, it's a damned shame, I say, That people should throw buttered carrots away. Derry down.