The "revolting" line above, "Coughed up her bottle of rye" sounds suspiciously close to the bit my mother sang me about "Corked up her bottle of dye." Oral transmission/folk process, I guess. After the ball was over Maggie took out her glass eye, Put her false teeth in some water, Corked up her bottle of dye, Stood her false leg in a corner, Hung up her wig on the wall; Then what was left went to slumber After the ball. (Could've been "all the rest" instead of "what was left." I'm not sure.) I like Barbara's mother's version best in this thread.
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