An old Bobby Burns song. Place your hands over the kiddies' eyes:

Whan mauking bucks at early fucks,
In dewy grass are seen sir,
And birds on bows slip off their mows,
Amang the laeves sae green sir,
Latona's son looks liquorish on,
Dame nature's grand impetus,
Till his prick go rise and westward flies,
To roger Madame Thetis,

Yon wandering rill that marks the hill,
And glances o'er the brae sir,
Slips by a bower where many a flower,
Sheds fragrance on the dae sir,
There Damon lay with Sylvia gay,
To love they thought no crime sir,
The wild birds sang the echoes rang,
While Damons' arse beat time sir.

First wi' the thrush his thrust and push,
Had compass large and long sir,
The blackbird next it's tuneful text,
Much bolder clear and strong sir,
The linnets' lay then came in play,
And the lark that soared aboon sir,
Till Damon fierce mistimed his arse,
And fucked quite out of tune sir.

Been singing it that way for 20-odd years now so it's probably strayed pretty far from the original.

Ms. Katlaughing the Cigarette Blues you referred to was originally done by Bo Carter who favored us with other ditties like Banana In Your Fruit Basket and My Pencil Won't Write No More. He's got a couple of reissues on Yazoo records. Regards

Snookadive

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