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This version sourced from The Mangy Mongol songbook, page 86-87, AS XLIII.
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This version sourced from [[The Mangy Mongol songbook]], page 86-87, AS XLIII.
   
   

Revision as of 20:59, 27 January 2013

This version sourced from The Mangy Mongol songbook, page 86-87, AS XLIII.


Lyrics

'Twas on the first of August the party, it began.
Now, never shall I forget, me lads, the gatherin' of the clans.

Singing, "Who hae ye, lassie, (last nicht)
Who hae ye noo?
The ane that hae ye last time (The mon wha hae ye last nicht)
He canna hae ye noo."

'Twas the gatherin' o' the clans, mon, and everyone was there,
A-playin' wi' the lassies an' tiwnin' curly hair.

John McGowan, the father, was very surprised to see,
Four and twenty maidenheads a hanging from the tree.

There was dancin' in the meadows, there was dancin' in the ricks,
Ye could nae hear the bagpipes for the swishing o' the pricks.

The bride was in the parlor explainin' to the groom,
The vagina, not the rectum, is the entrance to the womb.

The queen was in the parlor, eatin' bread and honey,
The king was in the parlor maid, and she was in the money.

The parson's wife, she was there her arse against the wall,
Shoutin' to the alddie boys, "I'll take ye one and' all."

It's the first lady forward, and the second lady back
And the third lady's finger in the fourth lady's crack.

It's a' the ladies back, wi' yer arses tae the wall,
If ye can't get fucked at Keriemuir, ye'll never get fucked at all!

The village priest, he was there and on the floor he sat
Amusing himself by abing himself and catching it on his hat.

The undertaker, he went there dressed in a line black shroud,
Swinging on the chandelier and pissing on the crowd.

There was fuckin' i' the stable, there was fuckin' i' the ricks
An' ye couldna' hear the music for the swishin' o' the pricks.

The mayor's daughter, she was there and kept the crowd in fits
By jumpin' off the mantle piece and landin' on her tits.

There was screwin' on the banister, screwing on the stairs,
Ye couldna' see the carpet for the mess o' curly hairs.

The village idiot, he was there, he was a perfect fool.
He sat beneath the oak tree and whittled off his tool.

The village postman, he was there. The puir mon had the pox
He could nae fuck the lassies, so he fucked the letter box.

The chimney sweep, he was there, but soon he got the boot,
For every time he farted, he filled the room with soot.

The groom by now was excited an' racin' through the halls
He was pullin' on his pecker an' showin' off his ball

Big John, the farmer, swore an oath, an' then he cursed an' grat
For his forty acre corn field was completely fuckit flat.

The minister's wife was there as weel a' buckled to the front
Wi' a wreath o' roses roun' her arse an' thrissels roun' her cunt.

The minister's dochter tae was there an' she gat roarin' fu'
Sae they doubled her ower the middenwa' an' bulled her like a coo.

An when the ball was over, the opinion was expressed:
Although they liked the music, the screwin' was the best.