Thank you Paul for the vid, and Beth for transcribing.
Three fellows wenten into a Pubbe
and Gleefullie their hands did Rubbe
In expectacion of Revelrie
T'was the hour that was Happie
Great bottels of wine did they quaff
and had a really good laff
Til drunkedness held Full Dominion
For tis Two for the price of Onne
Yet after wine and mead and sack
men must have a massive snack
Great pasties from Cornwall
Scottish eggs, round like a Balle
Great hams, quail duck and geese
They sucked the bones and drank the grease
One fellow stood all pale and wan
For he was a vegetarian
Yet man knoweth for gluttony
stoketh the fire of lechery
Upon three young wenches round and sly
the fellows cast a wanton eye
One did approach with drunken wink
"'Ello, darling, ya fancy a drink?"
Soon they caught them on their knee
Twas like some grizzly puppetry
Such was the lewdness and debauchery
Twas like a sketch by Dick Emery
Except that Dick Emery is not yet Borne
So such comparison may not be Drawne
Then the fellows began to pale
For quail is not the friend of ale
And in their bellies much confusion
From their throats vile extrusion
Stinking foul corrupcion
Came spewing forth from drooling lips
The fetid stench did fill the pub
Twas the very arse of Beelzebub
Thrown they were from hall and trumpet
In the street no coin no strumpet
Homeward board they must quickly go
To that end the donkey stole
Their hands all with vomit greased
The donkey, well was not pleased
And threw them into a ditch of shite
They all agreed, "What a brilliant night."
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