Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

SONG Buggered by a black man, Buggered by a Jew, Buggered by a gentleman In navy blue. The first costs a dollar, The second costs a quid, The third costs you nothing, But you have to keep the kid. One kid’s all right. Twins is a fraud, Triplets split yer arse, Yer bet yer bloody Gawd ! One Gawd’s Deism ; Two’s Manichee ; We’re bloody Prodestunts, We run three. Some’s ’appy Cawthlics : Cuckolds an’ ’ores They like : in consikence Five they adores. All little buggers What’s gawt any sense ’Itches on a dildo, And damns the expense. [133]