Hmmm. I recently was provided an ancient manuscript (1956) of bawdy songs collected by Dennis Puleston which has an earlier version of the song I posted above, which was what Dennis sang some years later:

TIM THE TINKER

(#54 from the Book of Bawdy Ballads manuscript edited by Dennis Puleston, 1956)

The Lady of the Manor,
Was dressing for the Ball,
When she saw the Highland Tinker
Pissing up against the wall.

Chorus:

With his bloody great kidney whipper,
And his balls the size of three,
And a yard and a half of foreskin,
Hanging down below his knee!

The Lady wrote a letter,
And in it she did say,
She'd rather be fucked by a tinker
Than his Lordship any day. (CHO)

The Tinker got the letter,
And when it he did read,
His balls began to fester,
And his prick began to bleed. (CHO)

He mounted on his donkey,
And to her place did ride,
With his prick over his shoulder,
And his balls strapped to his side. (CHO)

He fucked them in the parlour,
He fucked them in the hall,
The butler cried "Gawd sive us,
For he wants to fuck us all!" (CHO)

He fucked the groom in the stable,
And the Duchess in her pew,
But then he fucked the butler,
And the butler's pet mole too! (CHO)

Some say the Tinker's gone now,
Gone fucking down to hell,
All set to fuck the Devil
And we hope he does it well. (CHO)

Of course, my brother and I misheard the chorus of this song, to the amusement of my parents, as we'd sing "With his bloody great windshield whipper..."

Cheerily,
Charley Noble