Luyr. Add: THE BLUE BELLS OF IRELAND

1
News, neighbors, news, glorious news I've to tell,
Here's a waggon-load of patent beetroots come here to sell,
And if you'll be my customers, by gosh, I'll use you well!

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And the blue bells of Ireland go well, boys, well,
And the clapper strikes on every side, bang young Fanny well!

2
In came a lady gay, the footman ran before,
Desiring that she might have one nine inches long- no more,
And when Johnny touched her Fanny up, she still cried encore!

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3
In came the parson's wife, as demure as you please,
And she would have a little one, to give herself some ease,
For parson's beet-root, while a-preaching, dangled to his knees.

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4
In came a gardener's wife, and she was clothed in green,
And in buying of a dozen, she stole away fifteen,
And crammed them in her hairy pouch, that they might not be seen.

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5
In came the vintner's wife, and she was full of spleen,
And she would have the largest that ever yet was seen,
For she had been plagued with little ones, e'er since she was fifteen.

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6
In came the sailor's wife, and she was from Blackwall,
She bought a waggon-load of roots, the waggoner and all,
To make amends for loss of time, while Jack was at Bengal.

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7
The next there came a little miss, resolved to play her part,
And when she heard the roots were sold, I thought 'twould break her heart,
"Pray, give me leave," says she, "to rub my Fanny 'gainst your cart."

George Speaight, 1975, "Bawdy Songs of the Early Music Hall," David & Charles, Newton Abbot (Canadian ed., Douglas David & Charles Limited.

No score.
Not found in Mudcat, but I recall something of the sort in posts a few bonths back...