
Little boy kneels at the foot of the stairs,
Clutched in his hand are a bunch of white hairs.
Oh my just fancy that,
Christopher robin castrated the cat.
Little boy kneels at the foot of the bed,
Lily-white hands are caressing his head,
Oh my, couldn't be worse,
Christopher Robin is shagging his nurse.
Little boy sits on the lavatory pan,
Gently caressing his little old man,
Flip flop into the tank,
Christopher Robin is having a wank.
A marvelous Archival collection of limericks drinking songs and Mp3s
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www.folklore.ms/mp3/fieldwork/index.htm
If you are willing to sing me a song or rhyme, I would like to record it. Please call me at 508.464.6373 or send me an email at . If you would like, I can record you and not disclose your name. You can be anonymous.
Please note that I do not make any money from this recording but would like to place the song on this website and eventually deposit it into folklore archives like the Library of Congress Folk life Archive to be used by folklorists.
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one of my favorites:
THE FAMOUS PIG SONG
(Clarke Van Ness, music by F. Henri Klickmann)
'Twas an evening in October, I'll confess I wasn't sober,
I was carting home a load with manly pride,
When my feet began to stutter and I fell into the gutter,
And a pig came up and lay down by my side.
Then I lay there in the gutter and my heart was all a-flutter,
Till a lady, passing by, did chance to say:
"You can tell a man that boozes by the company he chooses,"
Then the pig got up and slowly walked away.
and also:
Let Her Sleep Under the Bar
(The Lady in Red)
'Twas a cold winter's evening, the guests were all leaving,
O'Leary was closing the bar,
When he turned and he said to the lady in red,
"Get out! You can't stay where you are!"
She shed a sad tear in her bucket of beer
as she thought of the cold night ahead,
When a gentleman dapper stepped out of the (phone booth)
and these are the words that he said:
"Her mother never told her the things a young girl should know.
About the ways of college men, and how they come and go, (mostly....go).
Now age has taken her beauty, and sin has left its sad scar;
So remember your mothers and sisters, boys, and let her sleep under the bar."
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