I think Oscar Brand is to bawdy songs what Peter Paul and Mary and the Kingston Trio are to folk songs in general: entertaining but not for scholars. Recently I bought the "Bawdy Songs and Backroom Ballads" vols. 1-3 on eBay. I certainly would not use them a source for accurate lyrics but they are a good place to start and it is useful to have so many bawdy songs in one place. Most importantly, adolescent or not, I think they're good fun.

Here is Oscar Brand's version of "A Gob is a Slob" from Vol. 2 as requested by Bruce O.:

A Gob is a Slob

My mother told me not to talk to strangers in the street
As the years went by remembering I was never indiscreet
But girls are girls and boys are boys and boys and girls are fools
We're all the same so who's to blame when its nature makes the rules

Well I walked down the street like a good girl should
He followed me down the street like I knew he would
Because a gob is a slob where ever he may be
Listen and I'll tell you what this sailor did to me

I walked to my house like a good girl should
He followed to my house like I knew he would
Because a gob is a slob where ever he may be
Listen while I tell you what this sailor did to me

I ran up the stair like a frighetend hare
I Even locked my bedroom door
I turned to the bed almost fell over dead
Somehow he sneaked right in before

I got into bed like a good girl should
He followed me into bed like I knew he would
Because a gob is a slob where ever he may be
Listen and I'll tell you what this sailor did to me

I pursed my lips I tried a frown but frowning's not my style
I tried a pout but what came out was a coy inviting smile
I knew he would have had me even if I had refused
He didn't need encouragement but what he got he used

I got into bed like a good girl should
He followed me into bed like I knew he would
Because a gob is a slob where ever he may be
Listen while I tell you what this fellow did to me

I got me a time like a good girl should
He got him a time like I knew he would
Because a gob is a slob where ever he may be
Listen while I tell you what this sailor did to me

He grabbed me tight and he switched off the light
And he settled down to stay
I would have said please leave this bed
But who the hell is built that way

So had me a child like a good girl should
And he went off to sea like I knew he would
Because a gob is a slob where ever he may be
Now you heard the story what this sailor did to me
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The version in the Digital Tradition is called The Knave
-Joe Offer-