Adultery's the go.
The go, the go, the go, &c.
Long life then to the House of Lords,
They know a thing or two;
You see from all their grand awards,
That Adultery's the go.
The go, the go, the go, &c.
And Lady Barlow, Mrs. Hare,
Case, Clarke, and Bolders;
Teed, Ash ton, James, and all declare
Adultery's the go.
The go, the go, the go, &c.
Some husbands still are jealous,
And guard the furbelow,
But spite such prudish fellows,
Adultery's the go.
The go, the go, the go, &c.
Horn'd cuckolds were mad raging bulls,
A century ago;
Now, they're tame oxen, silly fools,
For Adultery's the go.
The go, the go, the go, &c.
Then, hey for Doctors' Commons,
With horned beasts arow;
For man's delight, and woman's,
Adultery's the go.
HER VERY SOUL.
On Sundays, in a church like this,
I joy to face the blushing Miss,
Eye within eye, agog for bliss,
Through touching not, I only kiss,
Her very soul! Her very soul!
She falls at once into my plan,
I guess she prays, behind her fan,
"Oh, for a man! A real man!
To satiate, as he only can,
Her very soul! Her very soul!
Heavens! what a glance! see her suck,
And lick her lips, on fire for cock.
I see her frisky bottom buck,
While with the prick of lust I fuck,
Her very soul! Her very soul!
FIRST RONDEAU.
Ten years ago, on Christmas day,
Fair Helen stole my heart away,
I went to church — but not to pray,
Ten years ago.
To pray? Yes — pray to Helen's eyes;
Ah! would that we had been more wise;