167.  BALLS OF O'LEARY
Melody--Itself

The balls of O'Leary,
Are wrinkled and hairy,
They're stately and shapely,
Like the dome of Saint Paul's.
The women all muster,
To view that great cluster,
Oh, they stand and they stare,
At the bloody great pair,
Of O'Leary's balls.

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