In folk songs, a lady in mink or
Furs, will fall hook line and sinker,
For the rough rural charms,
And the strong hairy arms,
Of a travelling gypsy or tinker.

Such a wandering urge has not died,
Though this type of man's rarefied.
So altternative trades
Must appeal to young maids,
And the old songs must be modified...




Oh, where is the sweet Lady Anne-o?
She's off on a plane to Lugano,
That randy old bag'll
Be off with the raggle-
Ttaggle insurance man-o.



Tiddy.

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Last updated: Tue, 14 Sep 1999.