Dave: the following words (with the tune, otherwise called "The Girl I Left Behind me") are in Harold H. Hart, "The Complete Immortalia," N.Y., 1971, pages 331-5:

THE WAYWARD BOY

I walked the street with a tap to me feet.
I heard a voice above me.
A lovely maid looked down and said,
"I need someone to love me."
Says I, "My dear, you needn't fear,
For I have heard your pleadin'.
You will find your joy with the Wayward Boy.
He's got just what you're needin'."

"I've heard of you, my Wayward Boy.
Your name is far exalted;
But I won't come down. I can't come down.
My bedroom door is bolted.
My father is a minister,
My maidenhead does cherish.
Nightly he does lock me in
So lonely I do perish."

Well, the fence was small; I shinnied up the wall,
I stood right there behind her.
With quite some charm, she lifted up her arm
And grabbed some clothes to hide her.
Says I, "Young maid, don't be afraid.
Your future can be thrillin'.
If you're the one who likes a bit of fun,
The Wayward Boy is willin'."

Well, she jumped into bed and covered up her head,
And she said I couldn't find her.
She knew damn well she lied like hell.
I jumped right in behind her.
I shoved my chest up to her breast.
I shook her like a toy.
When I hit the bell, she knew damn well
Why they call me the Wayward Boy.

Well, the bed broke down. I landed on the ground.
Her father come a-gunnin'.
I jumped through the glass, and landed on my ass.
I got two feet a-runnin'.
Her father took aim through the windowpane,
And a shotgun blasted by me;
And for weeks ahead, I was pickin' out lead,
With a mirror held behind me.

So the years went by. I woke up with a sigh
As fancy did remind me;
And one fine day, I made my way
To the gal I left behind me.
She still looked thin, to ward off sin.
She didn't look much older;
But she had five girls and seven little boys
And a baby on her shoulder.


--Another more scrofulous version is in Ed Cray's "Erotic Muse" (1968), pp. 36-7, with a good note at the end.