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‘HINKY, DINKY, PARLEZ-VOUS’ in Canfield Coll. Mademoiselle of Kemel-hill, / She won’t jig-jig, but her mother will, / Hinky, dinky, parlez-vous.at jig-a-jig, v.
‘HINKY, DINKY, PARLEZ-VOUS’ in Canfield Coll. Mademoiselle of Kemel-hill, / She won’t jig-jig, but her mother will, / Hinky, dinky, parlez-vous. ‘parody (‘When You Wore a Tulip, and I Wore a Rose’)’ in Canfield Coll. Play with it, dearie, / And make it feel cheery, / It’s down where the short hair grows.at short and curlies, n.
‘the bastard king of england’ version 2 in Canfield Coll. For during the ride the Frenchman’s pride / Was stretched a yard or more.at pride (and joy), n.
unidentified letter in Canfield Coll. And then spoke an ancient convict, / His face hard, and bold as brass. / ‘Then take your god dam dinner, / And shove it up your ass’.at shove it up your arse!, excl.
‘The Friar’ in Canfield Coll. He took her to his priory hall / [...] / And put it to her, balls and all.at balls and all under balls, n.
‘Let me sit and rest, stranger’ in Canfield Coll. I got stuck on a bladder called Fanny, / And she wher [sic] clean out of sight / She could fuck like a mink in the daytime / And suck to a finish at night.at bladder, n.2
‘Let me sit and rest, stranger’ in Canfield Coll. There came a city chap, / One of those oily assed fiends, / Who’d been rolling his bludgeon in Boston, / Where they feed them on pork and beans.at bludgeon, n.
‘the bastard king of england’ in Canfield Coll. His sceptre was his Royal Bone / With which he browned the Bastard King of England.at bone, n.1
‘British Grenadier’ in Canfield Coll. Put on your old rubber bonnet, / With some vaseline upon it, / [...] For it wouldn’t do a lady / To have a little baby.at bonnet, n.1
‘lydia pinkham’ song in Canfield Coll. Oh, Mrs Smith—she had no breast-works / Which made her husband raise a row; / So she drank, she drank, she drank two bottles of compound, / And now they milk her like a cow!at breastworks, n.
‘breach of promise case’ in Canfield Coll. He seduced the plaintiff under a promise of marriage. He is a miserable and breachy coon who merits condign punishment.at breechy, adj.
‘the bastard king of england’ in Canfield Coll. His sceptre was his Royal Bone / With which he browned the Bastard King of England.at brown, v.3
? AEF song in Canfield Coll. Oh no, Fine Soldier, she’s much too young, Snapoo! / You’d puncture her belly and ruin her bung’.at bung, n.2
‘Judgement Day’ in Canfield Coll. He shoved it up her bung-hole, / A place where it don’t belong.at bunghole, n.1
untitled song in Canfield Coll. A Southerner can’t stand the press—when once he’s had a smell, / He’s got to have a piece or bust—the Cause can go to hell.at — or bust under bust, n.
‘Cristofero Columbo’ in Canfield Coll. Now in the town of Madrid, the clapsters were not many, / And the very best clapster in the town was a God-damned Jew named Benny.at clapster, n.
ring-dang-doo in Canfield Coll. She took my cock-a-doodle-doo / And slipped it in her Ring-dang-doo.at cock, n.3
‘Nigger Blues’ in Canfield Coll. There’s two kinds of people / I can’t understand, / That’s the cock-suckin woman / And the cunt-lapping man.at cocksucking, adj.
‘lonesome man. (Southern Mountain Song)’ in Canfield Coll. Yeller birds is yeller, / Black birds is black, / Little girl came by, / Warn’t old enough to crack.at crack, v.2
‘A lad named Shamus O’Riley’ in Canfield Coll. The lioness was then in heat / O’Riley leapt upon her back, / And sent his mighty joy-prong / A-whizzing up her crack.at crack, n.3
‘The Shit House Rag’ in Canfield Coll. Dan! Dan! / The lavatory man, / Has full charge / Of the crapping can.at crapping can (n.) under crapping, n.2
untitled ballad in Canfield Coll. One moonlight night while Nellie lay a-sleeping / Along came a corporal on his hands and knees a-creeping.at creep, v.
‘her man’ in Canfield Coll. Frankie she lived in a crib house, / A crib house with only two doors, / She gave all her money to Johnny, / Who spent it on parlor house whores.at crib-house (n.) under crib, n.1
handwritten addn to ‘lulu’ ballads in Canfield Coll. I wish I was a locket / Upon my Lulu’s breast / And every time she heaved a sigh / I’d see her cuckoo’s nest.at cuckoo’s nest, n.
‘Nigger Blues’ in Canfield Coll. There’s two kinds of people / I can’t understand, / That’s the cock-suckin woman / And the cunt-lapping man.at cunt-lapping, adj.
‘socratic love’ in Canfield Coll. No hair to interrupt the course / Of his diurnal ordure, / And gather from that excrement / A rank dillberrie bordure.at dilberry, n.
‘the whorey crew’ in Canfield Coll. In the middle of the night Jane got up to do her due, / And the God-damn sea-crab grabbed her by the flue.at do, n.
untitled ballad in Canfield Coll. Along came a corporal on his hands and knees a-creeping / With his finny dong doodle hanging down to his knees.at dong, n.1
‘the bastard king of england’ version 2 in Canfield Coll. He slipped a thong round the Royal dong / And merrily merrily galloped along.at dong, n.1
‘in mobile’ in Canfield Coll. But the women-folks are prime, / You can screw them for a dime, / And they dose you every time, / In Mobile.at dose, v.
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