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Thread #58526 Message #930721
Posted By: ooh-aah
10-Apr-03 - 06:31 PM
Thread Name: Watered Down Shanties
Subject: RE: Waterd Down Shanties
A brief read of that wonderful rascal Rochester will give a pretty good idea of what naughty words and terms were in use in the second half of the seventeenth century. Hre's a little sample (not to be read if you've just eaten),
I rise at eleven, I dine about two,
I get drunk before seven; and the next thing I do,
I send for my whore, when for fear of a clap,
I spend in her hand, and I spew in her lap.
Then we quarrel and scold, 'till I fall fast asleep,
When the bitch, growing bold, to my pocket does creep;
Then slyly she leaves me, and, to revenge the affront,
At once she bereaves me of money and cunt.
If by chance then I wake, hot headed and drunk,
What a coil I do make for the loss of my punk!
I storm and I roar, and I fall in a rage,
And missing my whore, I bugger my page.
Then, crop-sick all morning, I rail at my men,
And in bed I lie yawning 'till eleven again.
And Rochester was upper-class; a marquis or somesuch! What did the sailors sing back then!