THE LADY OF THE MANOR

The Lady of the Manor,
Was dressing for the ball,
When she saw a gypsy tinker
Pissing up against the wall.

With his bloody great kidney wiper
And his balls the size of three,
And a yard-and-a half of foreskin,
Hanging down below his knee.

The Lady wrote a letter,
And in it she did say
"I'd rather be f**ked by you sir,
Than by his Lordship any day."

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The tinker got the letter,
And when it he did read,
His balls began to fester,
And his prick began to bleed.

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He mounted on his donkey,
And to the Manor he did ride,
With his prick over his shoulder,
And his balls on either side.

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He f**ked her in the parlour,
He f**ked her in the hall,
The butler cried "My God Sir,
He's come to f**k us all!"

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