The moon shone on the village green
It shone on little Nell
Was she pumping water from the well?
Was she f***ing hell

She was waiting for her lover
The captain of a luger
Who was not fit to shovel s**t
From on deck to another

He took her to the village inn
It really wasn't lawfull
And when he took his trousers down
The stink was f***ing awful

He laid her on a feather bed
His heart was black as charcoal
And in the dark he missed his mark
And shoved it up her arse hole

Then Nell ran off accross the green
But the bastard he pursued her
The white of an egg ran down her leg
The fithy swine had screwed her

The babe was born on Christmas morn
They called it bastard Nell
Was it worth tupence halfpenny?
Was it f***cking hell!