Will ye lend us a quid till the end O’ the week
If you could see your way,
To make it a tenner I’d be so overjoyed
And I’ll pay ye back a week Saturday
. Jack and Jill went up the hill
to fetch a pail of water
They said that of course
But had intercourse
And now nine months on
They’ve a daughter
Roses are Red
Violets are blue
There’s no pretty girls left
So can I fuck you?
My love like a Red Red Rose
My cock bleeds when I fuck
A bit of penis bone pokes out
And rips into your cunt.
. . I fondled her cheek and felt rather than watched as she wentt through the motions again
Will ye lend us a quid till the end O’ the week
If you could see your way,
To make it a tenner I’d be so overjoyed
And I’ll pay ye back a week Saturday
. Jack and Jill went up the hill
to fetch a pail of water
They said that of course
But had intercourse
And now nine months on
They’ve a daughter
Roses are Red
Violets are blue
There’s no pretty girls left
So can I fuck you?
My love like a Red Red Rose
My cock bleeds when I fuck
A bit of penis bone pokes out
And rips into your cunt.
. . I fondled her cheek and felt rather than watched as she wentt through the motions again
Will ye lend us a quid till the end O’ the week
If you could see your way,
To make it a tenner I’d be so overjoyed
And I’ll pay ye back a week Saturday
. Jack and Jill went up the hill
to fetch a pail of water
They said that of course
But had intercourse
And now nine months on
They’ve a daughter
Roses are Red
Violets are blue
There’s no pretty girls left
So can I fuck you?
My love like a Red Red Rose
My cock bleeds when I fuck
A bit of penis bone pokes out
And rips into your cunt.
. . I fondled her cheek and felt rather than watched as she wentt through the motions again
Justine A Matter of Innocence - 1980