The Jolly Brown Turd
Text and Tune: Pills to Purge Melancholy. Well
beyond the bounds of good taste, included for
its eccentricity.
As the fryer he went along,
and a-poring in his book,
At last he spy'd a jolly brown wench,
a-washing of her buck,
Sing, Stow the fryer, stow the fryer
Some good man, and let this fair maid go.
The fryer he pulled out (and a jolly brown turd)
As much as he could handle,
Fair maid, quoth he,
if thou carriest fire in thy arse
Light me this candle.
Sing, Stow the fryer, stow the fryer
Some good man, and let this fair maid go.
The maid she shat and a jolly brown turd
Out of her jolly brown hole,
Quoth she: if you will candle light
Come blow me the same cole.
Sing, Stow the fryer, stow the fryer
Some good man, and let this fair maid go.
Part of this sparks flew into the north,
And part into the south,
And part of this jolly brown turd,
Flew into the fryer's mouth.
Sing, Stow the fryer, stow the fryer
Some good man, and let this fair maid go.