Tom Dick and Harry were three fine men, and I'll never have such loving again. But I often think as I tumble into bed, of little WILLIE WEE and he's dead dead dead.

Part of Polly Garter's song from the greatest piece of literature in the English language that I've ever read. I'm sure that someone out there has all the words, and can input them quicker than me, but if anyone wants them all I can always listen to the tapes again and transcribe, but it would probably take forever.

Jock