The Pearl/Volume 6/NURSERY RHYMES.

There was a young man of Calcutta Who thought he would do a smart trick; So anointed his arsehole with butter. And in it inserted his prick. It was not for greed after gold; It was not for thirst after pelf; 'Twas simply because he'd been told To bloody well bugger himself.

There was a young lass of Dalkeith, Who frigged a young man with her teeth; She complained that he stunk; Not so much from the spunk; But his arsehole was just underneath.

There was a gay parson of Norton, Whose prick, although thick, was a short 'un; To make up for this loss, He had balls like a horse. And never spent less than a quartern.

There was a young man of the Tweed. Who sucked his wife's arse thro' a reed; When she had diarrhoea. He'd let none come near. For fear they should poach on his feed.

There was an old man of Balbriggan, Who cunt juice was frequently swigging; But even to this. He preferred tom-cat's piss, Which he kept a pox'd nigger to frig in.

A cabman who drove in Biarritz, Once frightened a fare into fits; When reprov'd for a fart, He said, "God bless my heart When I break wind I usually shits."

A young woman got married at Chester. Her mother she kissed and she blessed her. Says she, "You're in luck, He's a stunning good fuck. For I've had himself myself down in Leicester.