Oh, go Jock off, why doncha....

While we are on the subject, does anyone know the lyrics to a highly suggestive Elizabethan ballad which recounts the adventures of a cockroach (Hillacock, yclept) slowly climbing a lady's leg?

"Hillacock came to my lady's thigh
And there the rascal began to spie.
Had he an eye? Aye, marry, had he!
And did he spie? Aye, marry did he...."

is almost all I remember of it. Love to get it back.


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