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Score of The Rugby Tinker


The lady of the manor was dressing for the ball,
When she spied the rugby tinker tossing off against the wall;

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With his bloody great kidney wiper,
And his balls the size of three,
And his yard and a half of foreskin,
Hanging down below his knee,
Hanging down, swinging free,
Oscillating merrily,
With his yard and a half of foreskin,
Hanging down below his knee.

She wrote to him a letter and in it she did say,
"I'd rather be shagged by you, sir, than his lordship anyday;"

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The tinker read the letter and when it he did read,
His balls began to fester and his prick began to bleed;

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He mounted on his charger and on it he did ride,
His prick across his saddle and a ball on either side;

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He rode into the courtyard and up into the hall,
"God save us" cried the valet, "he has come to fuck us all;"

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He fucked them in the kitchen and fucked them in the hall,
And the way he fucked the valet was the funniest fuck of all;

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The tinker fucked the mistress, in ten minutes she was dead,
With a yard and a half of foreskin firmly wrapped about her head;

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He rode out from the manor and out into the street,
With little drops of semen dripping down upon his feet;

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The tinker he is dead now and buried in St. Paul's,
It took a team of oxen just to drag away his balls;

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Some say he went to heaven, some say he went to hell,
Some say he fucked the devil and we know he fucked him well;

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