The Ball at Killiemuir.
Oh the Ball, the Ball,
The Ball at Killiemuir,
Four and twenty maidens,
And each of them a whore.

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Singing balls to your father,
Your arse against the wall,
If you've never been fucked on a Saturday night,
You'll never be fucked at all.

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

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Four and twenty prostitutes,
Came up from Glockamore,
And only one went home that night,
And she was double-bore.

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The village plumber he was there,
He felt an awful fool,
He'd come eleven leagues or more,
And forgot to bring his tool.

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Sandy McPherson he came along,
It was a bloody shame.
He fucked a lassie forty times,
And wouldna take her haim.

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Mrs. O'Malley she was there,
She had the crowd in fits,
A-jumping off the mantelpiece,
And landing on her tits.

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The minister's wife was at the ball,
A-sitting in the front,
A wreath of flowers 'round her ass,
A carrot up her cunt.

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Father O'Flannigan he was there,
And in the corner he sat,
Amusing himself BY abusing himself,
And catching it in his hat.

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The Parson's daughter she was there,
The cunning little runt,
With poison ivy up her arse,
And thistle up her cunt.

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The Vicar's wife she was there,
A-sitting by the fire,
Knitting rubber Johnnies,
Out of India rubber tire.

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The Vicar's wife she drank beer,
Back up against the wall,
"Put your money on the table boys,
I'm fit to do ye all".

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The Vicar and his lovely wife,
Were having lots of fun,
The Parson had his finger,
Up another lady's bum.

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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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First lady forward,
Second lady back,
Third lady's finger,
Up the fourth lady's crack.

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The bride was in the kitchen,
Explaining to the groom.
The vagina, not the rectum,
Is the entrance to the womb.

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The groom was in the parlor,
Explaining to his bride.
The penis not the scrotum,
Is the part that goes inside.

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The village idiot he was there,
Sitting on a pole.
He pulled his foreskin o'er his head,
And whistled through the hole.

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Another idiot he was there,
He wasn't such a fool,
He pulled his foreskin over his head,
And whistled thru his tool.

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The village magician he was there,
Doing his favorite trick,
Pulling his foreskin over his head,
And vanishing up his dick.

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The village cripple he was there,
He wasn't up too much,
He lined them up against the wall
And shagged them with his crutch.

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The village smithy he was there,
Sitting by the fire,
Doing abortions by the score,
With a red-hot piece of wire.

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The blacksmith's brother he was there,
A mighty man was he,
He lined them up against the wall,
And fucked them three by three.

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Now farmer Giles he was there,
His sickle in his hand,
And when he swung the blade around,
He circumcized the band.

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Giles he played a dirty trick,
We cannot let it pass,
He showed his lass his mighty prick,
Then shoved it up her ass.

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Farmer Brown he was there,
A' jumping on his hat,
For half an acre of his corn
Was fairly fucking flat.

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Officer O'Malley he was there,
The pride of all the force.
They found him in the stable,
Wanking off his horse.

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The chimney sweep he was there,
They had to throw him out,
For every time he farted,
The room was filled with soot,

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The village builder he was there,
He brought his bag of tricks,
He poured cement in all the holes,
And blunted all the pricks.

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Little Jimmy he was there,
The leader of the choir,
He hit the balls of all the boys,
To make their voices higher.

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Little Tommy he was there,
He was only eight,
He was too small for the women,
So he had to masturbate.

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The village doctor he was there,
He had his bag of tricks,
And in between the dances,
He was sterilizing pricks.

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The doctor's daughter she was there,
She went to gather sticks.
She couldna find a blade of grass,
For cunts and standing dicks.

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The village postman he was there,
The poor man had the pox,
He couldna fuck the lassies,
So he fucked the letter box.

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

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The village witch she was there,
In an upstairs' room,
The men were ignoring her,
So she was riding on her broom.

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The village shepherd he was there,
And he began to weep,
All these willing women,
And not a single sheep.

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The village nurse she was there,
Checking all the cocks,
She said of all these blisters,
It isn't chicken pox.

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The local harlot she was there,
A lay'in on the floor,
And every time she spread her legs,
The vacuum shut the door.

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The village leper he was there,
Sitting on a log.
Pealing off his foreskin,
And feeding it to the dog.

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The groom was all excited,
And racing 'round the halls,
A-stumblin' on his pecker,
And tripping o'er his balls.

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There was fucking in the haystacks,
Fucking in the ricks,
You couldna hear the music,
for the rustling of the pricks.

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And when the ball was over,
Everyone confessed,
They all enjoyed the dancing,
But the fucking was the best.

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