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 All 'Round My Twat Green Ointment
 My love he was fair and my love he was kind;
 And cruel was the syphilis diagnosed today.
For bedding was a thing he was always inclined,
And I found red spots on my cunny today.
chorus: All 'round my twat I will smear the green ointment;
All 'round my twat for three months and a day.
 If anyone asks me the reason I use it,
 It's all for the red spots I found there today.
 He gave me a disease that I wear on my cunny,
A token of wandering, he gave it to me.
When my pox is cured and the red spots have gone again,
I'll find me a lover who does not have disease.
 Scratching the rashes, my love made me suffer,
 Scratching the rashes which're not bites from fleas.
 He had the chancre though he did not tell me;
Long months will I suffer the damn French disease.
Some young men there are who're enfected disseaseful,
And coaxing fair maids, they pass on pox that way.
 They soon infect them and then they reject them,
 To leave scars forever, though their love goes away.