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by Old Uncle Crow 
 
[The first selection below, with bracketted interpolations, is closest to the version I learnt 1960 ca from my American maternal uncle EJ whilst “polishing many a shitfork handle” in the barn and hoghouse on the family farm Summers between 1956-69, on the high, dry and, to-day, farmed-out ground on the high ground between Madison Lake and Eagle Lake, MN — OUC]
 
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from:
 
http://board.jokeroo.com/archive/index.php/t-56634.html
 
Bamber01-25-2010, 05:40 AM

Three Old Whores From Winnipeg
 
CHORUS: Oh, roly poly stick-a [tickle — Uncle E] my holey,
Up my slimy slough [Sink in a slimy slough — cantare citat],
I [I’ll — ibid] drag my balls across the halls,
I’m one of the sportin’ [that whorey whorehouse — ibid] crew.

 
Three old whores from Winnipeg
Were drinking cherry wine,
Says one of them [One of them said — ibid] to the other two,
“Yours is smaller than mine [My cunt (NB) is bigger than yours! — ibid]

 
CHORUS
 
“You’re a liar,” says the second old whore,
“Mine’s [My cunt is — ibid] as big [wide? –ed] as the sea, [Hudson’s Bay — ibid]
[The — ibid] Ships sail in and [the — ibid] ships sail out
And [they — ibid] never bother me.”

 
CHORUS
 
“You’re a liar,” says the third old whore,
“Mine’s [My cunt is — ibid] as big [wide? — ed] as the moon [ocean — ibid]
[The — ibid] Ships sail in [there — ibid] on the first of the year
And never come [back — ibid] out [again — ibid] till June.”

 
CHORUS
 
“You’re a liar,” says the first again [old whore some more — ibid],
Mine’s [My cunt is — ibid] as big as the air [sky —  ibid],
[The — ibid] Ships sail [birds fly — ibid] in and ships sail [the birds fly — ibid] out
And never tickle a [pubic — ibid] hair.”

 
CHORUS
 
“You’re a liar,” says the second [old whore — ibid] again,
Mine [My cunt — ibid] is bigger than [the biggest one of — ibid] all,
For many’s the ship that sails right in [on in — ibid]
And never * comes [back — ibid] out [again — ibid] at all [At ALL! (followed by plenty of sub-adult boyish giggling) — ibid]”

 
CHORUS
 
*  — Anxiously discussed non-emergence from a female vagina was the great megrim and boyhood horror and boogeywoman of male childhood in the midwestern American 1950s; and, alas, a lot of the fellows of course did disappear into the fatuities of marriage and all the vicissitudes of child-support payments.  Many others became credentialled professionals which is the remarkable postmodern metaphor, to-day, of a castrated uselessness in the 1946-64 Baby Generation– OUC

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These other links are to versions more inept and, yet, all the less innocently playful and jejeune:
 
http://www.greekchat.com/gcforums/showthread.php?t=54680
 
http://www.topix.com/forum/news/weird/TB15ME4S0ROJ1CDI2/p2
 
http://ismaels.wordpress.com/2009/01/17/rogue%E2%80%99s-gallery-the-art-of-the-siren-1
 
http://www.csufresno.edu/folklore/drinkingsongs/html/books-and-manuscripts/1960s/1967ca-yankee-air-pirates-songbook/index.htm
 
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[Old Uncle Crow
 
[copyrighted by tio cuervo
 
[October 6th, 2010]

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