Three old whores from Winnipeg Were drinking cherry wine, Says one of them to the other two, "Yours is smaller than mine."
Chorus: So take up the sheets me hearties, Water the decks with brine, Bend to the oars, you lousy whores, None is bigger than mine.
"You're a liar", says the second old whore, "Mine's as big as the sea, The battle ships sail in and out And never a bother to me."
"You're a liar", says the third old whore, "Mine's as big as the moon, The battle ships sail in on the first of the year, They never come out till June."
"You're a liar", says the first again, "Mine's as big as the air, The battle ships sail in and out, They never tickle a hair."
"You're a liar", says the second again, "Mine is bigger than all, For many the ships that sail right in, And they never come out at all."