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there was an old widow in westmorland who had no daughter but one
and she has prayed both night and day she should keep her maidenhead long
ah
there was an old widow in westmorland who had no daughter but one
and she has prayed both night and day she should keep her maidenhead long
ah
none that go by carterhaugh but they leave him a pledge
either their mantles of green or else their maidenhead
janet tied her kirtle green a bit above her knee
none that go by carterhaugh but they leave him a pledge
either their mantles of green or else their maidenhead
janet tied her kirtle green a bit above her knee
saving her bed
maidenhead
that's what i call a waste of it
saving her bed
maidenhead
that's what i call a waste of it
our species breeds
deflowering the maidenhead
religion caw epistles
our species breeds
deflowering the maidenhead
religion caw epistles
and i fear
when i awoke i could not find my maidenhead
every sigh he'll hear
and i fear
when i awoke i could not find my maidenhead
every sigh he'll hear
where the sailor's sorry racket
calls for maidenhead
and she's scarce above the gunwales
where the sailor's sorry racket
calls for maidenhead
and she's scarce above the gunwales