I'm impressed with the multitude of verses for this bawdy old song in your data base. Some favorite verses I don't see are:

Hairy Mary, she was there,
She had us all in fits,
Swinging from the chandelier
And bouncing off her tits...

The village bailiff he was there,
It really was a farce,
We took his chain of office
And we shoved it up his arse...

Old Matt McGinnis
Was stamping on his hat,
Forty acres of his corn,
Fairly fuck-ed flat.

I'm sure there's more out there; I learned my verses from
Dennis Puleston of Brookhaven, Long Island, who must be
in his eighties by now.