C--k f--ks c--t gets tiresome. I prefer the subtle ones like:
BETTY'S PANEGYRICK. By Mr. W.m Turner. [with music, c 1730]
My Betty is a bonny Lass,
my Betty wears a thumb,
and often looks into a glass,
but 'tis a glass of Rum.
Bess, Bess, Bess, Betty, Bett,
hasten to my arms,
and then a fig for Kate.
My Betty has a thing below,
But 'tis no matter what,
Can water on a Thing bestow,
But 'tis the Chamber-pott.
Bess, &c.
My Betty has a rowling eye,
And sometthing else that's buff,
Which any one may catch her by,
Tho' it was her black Ruff.
Bess, &c.
My Betty, Crotchets understands,
Also a Fiddle stick, Which,
with mock Ease, her Hand commands,
And eke the longest Prick.
Bess, &c.
She has a penetrating Head,
That understands Proportion,
And if you get her into Bed,
She'll furnish you with Motion.
Bess, &c.
My Betty sings a pleasant song,
All day will you delight,
Especially, if you are long,
She'll please you all the Night.
Bess, &c,
She understands Philosophy,
The Height too, of each Pole,
And, if you get above her Knee,
You may come at her Hole.
Bess, &c.My Betty has a smirking Look,
And sometimes plays the loose,
And whoe'er peeps ito her Book,
Looks like an errant Goose.
Bess, &c.
Fair Susan. by Mr. W.m Turner. [with music, c 1730]
Early in yee Morn, as fair Susan lay alone,
Say ye Jade, I want a Lad that will work me to the bone.
Bumpum, bumpum, beat like a Drum,
'till you've work'd her to ye Bum
Then you'll find her stir as if she were downright mad,
and cry thump, bump, thump, bump, thump, bump, thump, bump,
oh, my dear bonny precious Lad.
Take her by the Beard,
and be sure to work her hard,
'Till she says, my Dear,
you play a mighty pretty Card.
Bumpum, &c.
Thrust it home, my boy,
and take Care you do not flag,
But be sure to ply her on,
'till you've work'd like a stag.
Bumpum, &c.When you've done the Job,
take Care you do not flinch,
But still and still work on,
and bate her not an Inch.
Bumpum, &c.Not quite in the same league as the contemporary "Black Joke" and "Morren na Ghiberlain"