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Roll Your Leg Over (with the "Wench Version")
If all of the girls were bells in a tower
And I was a clapper, I'd bang one each hour
Chorus:
Go roll your leg over, roll your leg over
Roll your leg over the man in the moon.
If all of the girls were fish in the ocean
And I was a wave (or whale) I would teach them the motion.
I wish all of the girls were fish in a pool
And I was a whale with a waterproof tool.
If all of the girls were little white rabbits
And I was a hare, I would teach them bad habits.
If all them young ladies was up for improvement.
I'd give them some help with a ball-bearing movement.
If all them young ladies was little white kittens
And I was the tom cat, I'd give them new fittin's
If all them young ladies was B-29's,
And I was a fighter, I'd buzz their behinds.
If all them young ladies was bats in a steeple
And I were a bat---there'd be more bats than people.
If all them young ladies was diamonds and rubies
And I were a jeweler, I'd shine up their boobies.
If all them young ladies was wheels on a car,
Then I'd be the piston and go twice as far.
If all them young ladies was rushes a-growing,
I'd take out my scythe and set out a-mowing.
If all them young ladies was bricks on a pile,
Then I'd be the mason and I'd lay them in style.
If all the young ladies were singing this song
It would be twice as dirty and three times as long.
And here is the wench-version:
If all the young laddies were little white flowers,
I'd be a bee a suck them for hours
If all the young laddies were keys to a gate,
I'd be the lock, insert and rotate
If all the young laddies were cows by a stream
I'd lay meself down and lick up the cream
If all the young laddies were fish in the ocean
I'd be the waves and show them the motion
If all the young laddies were waves in the sea
I'd be the shore and I'd let them lick me
If all the young laddies were ships on the sea,
I'd be the waves and I'd let them ride me
If all the young laddieswere pies on a shelf
I'd be the baker and eat them meself
If all the young laddies were boards on the floor
I'd lay meself down and make them creak more
If all the young laddies were hounds on a spree
I'd be the fox and I'd let them chase me
If all the young laddies were flames in a fire
I'd be the bellows and blem them all higher
If all the young laddies were sharks in the sea
I'd be a minnow and let them eat me
If all the young laddies were bricks in a pile,
I'd be the mason and lay them with style
If all the young laddies were steeds in a stable
I'd be the groom and mount all I'm able
If all the young laddies were grapes in the sun
Id'd brab a big bunch, squeeze their juice one by one
If all the young laddies were bakers of pie
I'd be the bread yeast and make them all rise
If all the young laddies were potter of clay
I'd sit on their wheels and rotate all day
If all the young laddies were grapes on the vine
I'd be the one to make them all wine
If all the young laddies were Toms on the prowl
I'd be the kitten that makes them all yowl
If all the young laddies became nice chew toys
I'd be the one who had trained all those boys.
If all the young laddies were barrles of whiskey rye
I'd turn on their spigots and drink they all dry
If all the young laddies were butchers so sweet
I'd hang on their hooks and I'd pound on their meat
If all the young laddies were clouds puffy and gray
I'd be the wind and I'd blow them all day
If all the young laddies were sailed in channels quite thin
I'd be the light-house and guide them all in
If all the young laddies were milk in a cup
I'd be a kitten and lick them all up
If all the young laddies were watches in shiny gold cases
I'd be the hands and I'd sit on their faces
If all the young laddies were singin' this ditty
IT WOULD BE TWICE AS LONG, BUT JUST HALF AS WITTY
If all the young laddies were big as they say
Then nary a lass would be walkin' this day!
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