Cracking!!Or should that be crackling?? Regards Arthur.
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From: "grasshopper" <[log in to unmask]>
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Sent: Monday, November 18, 2002 10:30 PM
Subject: New sub: Sally's song
> This is not about either Sally on the list-LOL.
>
> Sally's song
>
> Sally sits on the arse of the day,
> her slammerkinn ribbons all astray,
> blue in her hair, red round her throat,
> smelling the cullies as high as a goat.
>
> The London road brought Sally down
> into the grey and gaggling town,
> away from the fields and the delving cold,
>
> into the capital, twelve years old.
> Smile now, Sally, don't you frown,
> though the streets aren't paved with gold.
>
> Your Ma is dead, your Pa's a sot.
> Feel in your stocking for what you've got.
> Your petticoats hide such tight young meat
>
> so sell it while it's hot and sweet.
> Another punter, and God willing,
> another dance, another shilling.
>
> Raw gin makes your stomach lurch.
> Let's go down to Tyburn Hill
> to see the robbers dangling still.
>
> In satin slippers trip by the church.
> Lace your gown to make cocks swell
> and paint your lips as red as Hell.
>
> Blue in her hair, red round her throat,
> smelling the cullies high as a goat,
> her slammerkin ribbons all astray.
> Sally sits on the arse of the day.
>
> grasshopper
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