SODOM. And then not cleans'd till they beginn to stink May well be styl'd, Love's nasty common sink; When e're your fancy is to fuck inclin'd, If they are sound or not, perhaps you'll find Some of their cunts so stufft with gravy thick That like an Irish Bogg, they'll drown your prick Some swive so much their hair's worn off the spot They're dead to sin and do beginn to rot; Such as would board you first, avoid and hale, Or else you will repent your pego** fete. By a damn'd swinging clap, when t is too late
SODOM. And then not cleans'd till they beginn to stink May well be styl'd, Love's nasty common sink; When e're your fancy is to fuck inclin'd, If they are sound or not, perhaps you'll find Some of their cunts so stufft with gravy thick That like an Irish Bogg, they'll drown your prick Some swive so much their hair's worn off the spot They're dead to sin and do beginn to rot; Such as would board you first, avoid and hale, Or else you will repent your pego** fete. By a damn'd swinging clap, when t is too late