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Thread #172467 Message #4174313
Posted By: and e
10-Jun-23 - 07:02 PM
Thread Name: Lyr Add: The Jailer's Song (1920s, Bawdy)
Subject: RE: Lyr Add: THE JAILER'S SONG (1920s, Bawdy)
LITTLE BALL OF YARN (3)
It was in the month of June, all the roses were in bloom I chanced to take a stroll around the farm; And a maiden fair to see, came a-walking up to me, Said, "Would you like to wind my little ball of yarn?"
Ball of yarn, ball of yarn Would you like to wind my little ball of yarn? Ball of yarn, ball of yarn Would you like to wind my little ball of yarn?
Well, I gave her my consent, and behind the barn we went I promised her that I would do no harm; Then she pulled up her clothes, and I pulled out my hose And then I wound her little ball of yarn.
Ball of yarn, ball of yarn And then I wound her little ball of yarn? Ball of yarn, ball of yarn And then I wound her little ball of yarn?
It was nine months after that, in a poolroom where I sat That I felt a heavy hand upon my arm; And a gentleman in blue said, "Young man, we're after you You're the father of an eight-pound ball of yarn."
Ball of yarn, ball of yarn You're the father of an eight-pound ball of yarn Ball of yarn, ball of yarn You're the father of an eight-pound ball of yarn
In my prison cell I sit, with my fingers full of shit And the shadow of my cock upon the wall; And the women, as they pass, all shove peanuts up my ass While the little mice play ping-pong with my balls.
From a mis-spent youth in Brooklyn, ca. 1943. The last verse, while it may not really fit, was considered a killer in those days, at least. RG