THREE OLD WHORES FROM WINNIPEG

Three old whores from Winnipeg
Were drinking cherry wine,
Says one of them to the other two,
"Yours is smaller than mine."

Chorus: So take up the sheets me hearties,
       Water the decks with brine,
       Bend to the oars, you lousy whores,
       None is bigger than mine.

"You're a liar", says the second old whore,
"Mine's as big as the sea,
The battle ships sail in and out
And never a bother to me."

"You're a liar", says the third old whore,
"Mine's as big as the moon,
The battle ships sail in
on the first of the year,
They never come out till June."

"You're a liar", says the first again,
"Mine's as big as the air,
The battle ships sail in and out,
They never tickle a hair."

"You're a liar", says the second again,
"Mine is bigger than all,
For many the ships that sail right in,
And they never come out at all."