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| Susie There once was a randy old tar Whose codpiece was stiff as a spar. He stuffed it in portholes Of land lubbing mortals Like Susie whose tale is told har. Young Susie had left the old whaler One night to go sleep with a jailor. They were thus in mid-stroke In a cell in the poke; When caught by surprise by the sailor. The sailor and Sue had a tussle. The jailor then entered the bustle. The sailor at first Had thought it the worst, But he suddenly came to enjoy it. The jailer set course for her slit, Sue slid below. In a split Second our gal Had hoisted his sail And polished his rail with her spit. And that is the story of Sue, And her mates, and I swear that it’s true That they live on a yacht And stroke a whole lot And if I had a yacht, I’d stroke you. |
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