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The Ball Of Kerrymuir

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Balls to your partner,
Arse against the wall
If you've never been fucked on a Saturday night
you'll never be fucked at all
  1. 't Was the gathering of the clans
    And all the Scots were there
    A-feeling up the lassies
    Among the pubic hair
  2. Four and twenty virgins
    Came down from Inverness.
    And when the Ball was over,
    There were four and twenty less
  3. There was fucking in the kitchen
    And fucking in the halls
    You couldn't hear the music
    For the clanging of the balls
  4. The village plumber he was there
    He felt an awful fool,
    He'd come eleven leagues or more
    And forgot to bring his tool
  5. The town magician, he was there
    He gave us all the laughs
    Pulled his foreskin over his head
    And vanished up his ass
  6. The village idiot he was there
    Up to his favourite trick
    Bouncin' on his testicles
    And whistling through his prick
  7. The village copper he was there
    He had a mighty pole
    He grabbed a maiden by the ass
    And yodelled through her hole
  8. The chimney-sweeper he was there,
    But he soon got the boot
    For every time he farted,
    He covered 'em all with soot
  9. The village leper he was there
    Sitting on a log
    He peeled the foreskin off his cock
    And fed it to his dog
  10. The mayor's daughter she was there
    She had the crowd in fits
    A-jumping off the mantelpiece
    And bouncing off her tits
  11. Tiny Timmy he was there
    He was only eight
    He couldn't reach the lassies
    So he had to masturbate
  12. And when the ball was over
    They all went home to rest
    The music had been exquisite
    But the fucking was the best

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