1956 ‘Salome’ in ‘Count P. Vicarion’ Bawdy Ballads LX: On a Monday night I shove it up the back; / Tuesday night she takes it in the crack.at crack, n.3
1956 ‘Eskimo Nell’ in ‘Count P. Vicarion’ Bawdy Ballads XIV: You cunt-struck shrimp of a Yankee pimp, do you call that thing a tool?at cunt-struck (adj.) under cunt, n.
1956 ‘Eskimo Nell’ in ‘Count P. Vicarion’ Bawdy Ballads XIV: Now when Dead-Eye Dick and Mexico Pete go forth in search of fun, / It’s usually Dick who wields the prick and Mexico Pete the gun.at dead-eye dick, n.
1956 ‘Poor Blind Nell’ in ‘Count P. Vicarion’ Bawdy Ballads XXXVIII: But did he write and thank Poor Nell? / Did he fucking arseholes!at did I...!, excl.
1956 ‘Count P. Vicarion’ ‘The Great Plenipotentiary’ Bawdy Ballads II: ‘Good God,’ cried Her Grace, ‘its head’s like a mace! [...] I’ll make up – please the pigs – for dry-bobs and frigs, / With the Great Plenipotentiary.’.at dry bob (n.) under dry, adj.1
1956 ‘Salome’ in ‘Count P. Vicarion’ Bawdy Ballads LX: She’s a great big cow, twice the size o’ me / Hairs on her fanny like branches of a tree.at fanny, n.1
1956 ‘Little Jim’ in ‘Count P. Vicarion’ Bawdy Ballads XXIX: Now Jenny was a whore in good old Cambridge town, / Who had gamahuched the Proctor while he wore his cap and gown.at gamahuche, v.
1956 ‘Eskimo Nell’ in ‘Count P. Vicarion’ Bawdy Ballads XIV: She shed her garments one by one [...] Till at last she stood in her womanhood, and they saw the great divide.at great divide, the (n.) under great, adj.3
1956 ‘Little Jim’ in ‘Count P. Vicarion’ Bawdy Ballads XXIX: He went to live with Milly where he began to find / That all his pals were queuing up for what they called a ‘grind’.at grind, n.
1956 ‘She Went for a Ride in a Morgan’ in ‘Count P. Vicarion’ Bawdy Ballads XXXVI: There wasn’t a prick she would scorn, / She gave every man an erection: / The more vulgar-minded say ‘horn’.at horn, n.2
1956 ‘The Ball of Kerrimuir’ in ‘Count P. Vicarion’ Bawdy Ballads XXI: The village cripple he was there, / But he didn’t shag too much, / His old John Thomas had fallen off / So he fucked ’em with his crutch.at John Thomas, n.
1956 ‘The Bastard King of England’ in ‘Count P. Vicarion’ Bawdy Ballads XI: The Royal nob hung next his knees / Twelve inches long and a two inch span.at nob, n.1
1956 ‘Little Jim’ in ‘Count P. Vicarion’ Bawdy Ballads XXIX: He buggered all the prefects and all the masters too, / But finally he was expelled or so the records say, / For tossing off the Prince of Wales on Coronation Day.at toss (off), v.
1956 ‘The Choric Song of the Masturbators’ in ‘Count P. Vicarion’ Bawdy Ballads XXXI: Some people say / That fuckin’s mighty good, / But for personal enjoyment, / I’d rather pull me pud.at pull one’s pud (v.) under pud, n.1
1956 ‘The Street of a Thousand Arseholes’ in ‘Count P. Vicarion’ Bawdy Ballads XXXIX: ‘Come fly with me my purse of spunk,’ / He hollered prick in hand.at purse, n.
1956 ‘The Great Plenipotentiary’ in ‘Count P. Vicarion’ Bawdy Ballads II: Through thick and through thin , bowel deep he dashed in, / Till her quim frothed like cream in a dairy.at quim, n.
1956 ‘Count P. Vicarion’ Bawdy Ballads Intro.: I can remember no more of her song than its lilting refrain: ‘Oh how did Edith ever / Get so shitty round the titty?’.at shitty, adj.1
1956 ‘Eskimo Nell’ in ‘Count P. Vicarion’ Bawdy Ballads XIV: I’m going back to the frozen North, to the land where spunk is Spunk, / Not a trickling stream of lukewarm cream – but a solid frozen chunk.at spunk, n.
1956 ‘Eskimo Nell’ in ‘Count P. Vicarion’ Bawdy Ballads XIV: Back to the land of the mighty stand, where the nights are six months long, / Where the polar bear whanks off in his lair.at wank off (v.) under wank, v.