The Ballad of Willie-O (on an old pipe tune) My Willie pales, it's sore and tender And where it lies, I'm 'shamed to know For seven firemen, I've been constantly waiting To free my burning willie-o One night as Medics lay a-sleeping A knock came to the surg'ry door And there they saw a Silly standing His two pale cheeks as white as snow O Medics here, ne'er mind my blushes My dignity I lost long ago My hopes of comfort, the pipes did dash them I'll make no boast of my Willie-O O Medics near, the pipe is breaking I fear its time for me to go I am leaving you quite broken-willied Too numb to strum my Willie-O Oh organ-grinders might seem funny And pipe organs make music-o I would whimper an ode to the Firemen's Union For they brought me back my Willie-O
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