-:OLD GINGER BREAD :-

I am a scotch peddler, I carry my bag.
I sell pins and needles, and ginger bread brown,
I went down broadway selling my goods.
When I chanced to fall in with sweet Maggie Woods,
She asked me to brown her, I knew it was wrong,
But I couldn't stop old ginger bread nine inches long.

We went up stairs and went to bed,
And she asked me to crack her maidenhead.
And as she sung me the lullaby song,
In went old ginger bread nine inches long.

When I got through I looked at my aleck,
And then I went down to see Dr. Shallack,
O, you poor boy, I'm afraid it was wrong.
For you'll loose your ginger bread nine inches long.

The next day I went down and he gave me a steer,
And sit me down in an easy chair,
One hand grasped a knife, and the other my old ding dong,
And off came old ginger bread nine inches long.

Now my old friend take a piece of advise,
And don't bang any old whore for that aint nice,
And if you do it will all go wrong,
And you'll loose old ginger bread nine inches long.

M/2/26/06

From a manuscript dated 2/26/1906 from upstate New York.

This manuscript is an important early collection of bawdy folklore and is available online here:

https://archive.org/details/1905bawdytypescript/page/12/mode/2up?view=theater


More texts and references to follow.