Lil

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	Immortalia has this?

Her name was Lil; she was a beauty.
She lived in a house of ill repute [pron: re-pu-tee].
From far and wide men came to see
Lil sans her negligee.
Lil sans her negligee.

She was young and she was fair.
She had long, yellow, golden hair.
She drank too much of the demon rum
And she smoked hashish and opium.
And she smoked hashish and opium.

Day by day our Lil grew thinner
From insufficient proteins in her.
She grew deep hollows in her chest
Till she had to go round completely dressed.
Till she had to go round completely dressed.

She went to the house physician
To prescribe for her condition.
"You have got," the doctors say,
"Pernicious anemia [pron: a-neem-i-ya]."
"Pernicious anemia."

She took treatments in the sun
And drank Scotts emulsion.
Three times daily, she took yeast
But still her clientele increased. [sic]
But still her clientele increased.

And as she lay in her despair,
She lifted up her arms in prayer.
"Lord," she said, "please set me free."
But the good Lord would not hear her plea.
But the good Lord would not hear her plea.

And as she lay in her dishonor,
She felt the hand of the Lord upon her.
"Lord," she said, "my soul repents.
But it's going to cost you fifty cents."
But it's going to cost you fifty cents."

This was sent in January, 1990, by F. Markoe Rivinius, of Philadelphia, noting he first heard it sung by S.A. of Washington, D.C., in 1945.  He notes he has since heard the same tune from three different singers.

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155.  POOR LIL
Melody--???

Her name was Lil and she was a beauty,
She came from a house of ill reputy,
But she drank too deep of the demon rum,
She smoked hashish and opium.

She was young and she was fair,
She had lovely golden hair,
Gentlemen came from miles to see
Lillian in her déshabillé.

Day by day her form grew thinner,
From insufficient protein in her,
She grew two hollows on her chest,
Why, she had to go around completely dressed.

Now clothes may make a gal go far,
But they have no place on a fille de joie,
Lillian's troubles started when
She concealed her abdomen.

She went to the house physician,
To prescribe for her condition,
"You have got," the doc did say,
"Pernicious anem-i-a."

She took to treatments in the sun,
She drank of Scott's Emul-si-on,
Three times daily she took yeast,
But still her clientele decreased.

For you must know her cliente-le,
Rested chiefly on her belly,
She rilled this thing like the deep Pacific,
It was something calorific.

As Lillian lay in her dishonor,
She felt the hand of the Lord upon her,
She said, "Me sins I now repents,
But Lord, that'll cost you fifty cents."

This is the story of Lillian,
She was one girl in a million,
And the moral to her story is,
Whatever your line of business is,
Fitness wins!

From Paul Woodford, "Hash Hymns II" (Honolulu, Hawaii, 1994)