The scraps I remember from forestry camps around Melbourne in the late sixties were all supposed to be from a saga called "Daniel in the Lions Den", but the story revolved around the one-up-manship of the bosun, "cunning bugger that he was" paddling ashore in a sanitary can and balancing the witchdoctor etc and one packet of WD & HO Wills, the only cigarette in place of Woodbine, as above....

....Together with the the exhortations of the ladies of the court;

"Fuck me" cried the Duchess.
"What, again?" moaned the Duke, wiping his prick on the tablecloth...

"Fuck me" cried the Queen and a giant Nubian slave slipped her on like a glove.

"Fuck me" cried the Duchess but no-one moved save one old sailor who, grabbing her by the scruff of the cunt, pulled her on like a well worn seaboot.