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Four Old Whores
There were four old whores from Baltimore
Drinking beer and wine.
The topic of conversation was
"Mine is bigger than thine.'
cho: Roly, poly, tickle my hole-y,

Smell of my slimy slough.

Then drag your nuts across my guts,

I'm one of the whorey crew.
The first old whore from Baltimore said,
"Mine's as big as the air.
The birds fly in, the birds fly out,
And never touch a hair."
The second old whore from Baltimore said,
"Mine's as big as the moon.
The men jump in, the men jump out,
And never touch the womb."
The third old whore from Baltimore said,
"Mine's as big as the sea.
The ships sail in, the ships sail out,
And leave their rigging free."
The fourth old whore from Baltimore said,
"Mine's the biggest of all.
A man went up in the springtime,
And didn't come out till fall."

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