Vulgar words in London Lyrics (Page 1)
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See yonder pair, fonder ne'er rode at a canter,- She smiles on her Poet, contented to saunter; Some envy her spouse, and some covet her filly, He envies them both-he's an ass, Piccadilly!
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One, two, three, small steps she's taken, Blissfully away she's tripping, When good lack, and who'd a thought it, Down goes Mary, slipping, slipping; Daubs her clothes, the little slut-her Sixpence, too, rolls in the gutter.