

From: mortlieb@vicnet.net.au (Marc Ortlieb)
Date: Fri, 14 Jun 1996 06:11:39 +1000
Subject: John Peel
Message-Id: <v01510101ade624a18e92@[203.10.73.16]>X-Listname: Bawdy Filking
To: bawdy-l@bdragon.shore.net (Multiple recipients of Bawdy Filking)
Reply-To: bawdy-l@bdragon.shore.net
Errors-To: bawdy-owner@bdragon.shore.net
Sender: bawdy-owner@bdragon.shore.net
Precedence: bulk
Status: RO


Sorry if I'm repeating. I'm a very recent addition to this mailing list,
but I note that versions of "Do Ye Ken John Peel" have been posted. What
follows is a version I have from Adelaide University 1970

~JOHN PEEL~

Do ye ken  John Peel, Aye, I know that bugger well
With a head on his hammer like the Inchcape Bell
Nine inches on the slack  twelve inches on the  swell,
As he revels in the joys of copulation.

      Cats on the rooftops, cats on the tiles,
      Some with syphilis, and some with piles,
      Each with his arsehole rivered in smiles
      As they revel in the joys of copulation.

Do ye ken John Peel with a cock in a sling
And his two brass balls going ting-a-ling-a-ling
He's lying in the grass with a carrot up his arse
And he  won't take it out until the morning.

Now the elephant is a  very funny  bloke
And he seldom ever has a poke
But when he does he lets it soak,
As he revels in the joys of copulation.

The hippopotamus it seems
Very rarely  has wet dream
But when it does it come  in streams
As it revels  in the joys of copulation.

Now  a funny old fish is the old sperm whale
With a funny  little diddle tucked under his tail,
And he rides his missus in the teeth of a gale
As he revels  in the joys of copulation.

Oh the sargeant major leads a solitary  life,
And he hasn't got a woman and he hasn't got a wife
So he satisfies himself on the regimental fife
As he revels in the joys of copulation.

If  you wake up in the  morning  with an early morning stand
And you've got a funny feeling in your seminary gland,
If you haven't got a woman then pull it in your hand
In the dark early hours of the morning.

The poor  domestic doggie  on the chain all day
Never gets a chance to let himself go gay
So he licks at his dick in a frantic way
As he revels in the joys of copulation.

The owls in the trees, the cats on the tiles
One  fucks in solitude,the other fucks in files,
You can hear the happy howls and the shrieks for miles
As they revel in the joys of copulation.

Now I met a girl and she was a dear,
But she gave me a dose of gonorrhea
Fools rush in where angels fear
As I revelled in the joys of copulation.

If you wake up in the morning with thoughts of sexual joy
And your wife has got the monthlies and your daughter says she's coy,
Just rip it up the rectum of your eldest boy,
As you revel in the joys of copulation.

=========================================================================
Marc Ortlieb
Who currently supports the Minneapolis in '73 WorldCon bid.