There once was a sailor who sat on a rock,
Waving his fist and abusing his—

Neighbouring farmer, watching his ricks,
And teaching his children to play with their—

Kites and their marbles as in days of yore,
When along came a lady who looked like a—

Decent young lady but walked like a duck.
She said she was learning a new way to—

Bring up her children and teach them to knit,
While the boys in the stable were shovelling the—

Contents from the pigsty, the muck and the mire,
And the squire of the manor was pulling his—

Horse from the stable to go to the hunt.
His wife in her boudoir was powdering her—

Nose and arranging her vanity box,
And taking precautions to ward off the—

Gout and rheumatics which made her feel stiff.
Full well did she remember her last bout of—

What did you think I was going to say?
No, you rude b*gg*rs, that's all for today!