Aliter:

There was once a young fellow of Brighton,
Who thought he'd at last found a tight one.
Said he, "Ah, my love,
It fits like a glove",
But she said, "You're not in the right one."

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A lovely young lady of Chichester
Made even the saints in their niches stir,
And one morning at matins
Her breasts 'neath their satins
Made the bishop of Chichester's breeches stir.