Kelida, I have posted this before sometime ago but it seems sort of appropriate here. It seems a lot of people in the US are not familier whith the usagage of shag in this verse. To shag is to have sex with...

The festival shagger he sat on the quay playing tunes on banjo an melodeon
Looking at women that he did adore, bodies for him to pray on
As a crowd passed him by, he'd study the form and compare parts of their bodies for size
And if one was sitting close by him be sure, he'd undress her with his eyes.

The festival shagger wasn't really a shagger but at times he wished that he had been
When he thought about women he'd fancy he'd say "just wish I'd been part of the rock scene
If those rumours are true, I'd have sex, drugs and tunes - I'm sure I could learn to enjoy it"
But I can only play folk and to most that's a joke - perhaps I'd do better without it.

The festival shagger was in fact still a virgin when he had his first shag from a gig
From the most fabulous body God ever created and part of the shagger grew big
But the shagger soon learned a lesson - not in sex but in love of a kind
The body he' fancied and wanted to shag had an even more beautiful mind.

The festival shagger still sits on the quay and he plays much the same as before
Just the same old songs - an he still looks at women, there are many that he does adore
He sees beautiful women of all shapes an sizes but he knows that his old ways were blind
He's just looking in vain 'cause his eyes can't be trained to find one with a beautiful mind.

The poem stems from a brief relationship I had with someone and is a blend of fact and fiction. I have also posted this before but here is the tune I ended up writing for Jayne. http://www.jonbanjo.freeuk.com/jayne.mid

Jon