1620 in E. Cray Erotic Muse (1992) 2: The old wife got up for to take a long shit. / The God damned old sea crab grabbed her by the slit.at god-damned, adj.
1620 in E. Cray Erotic Muse (1992) 2: The devil’s in the pisspot and he’s got me by the flue.at flue, n.1
1620 in E. Cray Erotic Muse (1992) 2: The old wife got up for to take a long shit. (2x) / The God damned old sea crab grabbed her by the slit.at slit, n.
1620 in E. Cray Erotic Muse (1992) 2: It tickled the children right down to their soul (2x) / To see their pa’s nose in their mother’s peehole.at tickle, v.
1900 in E. Cray Erotic Muse (1992) 69: She’d left behind a souvenir, I’d have you all to know, / And in nine days, to my surprise, there was a fire down below.at fire, n.
1900 in E. Cray Erotic Muse (1992) 69: I played with her for quite some time, and learned to my surprise, / She was nothing but a fire ship rigged up in a disguise.at fireship, n.
1900 in E. Cray Erotic Muse (1992) 69: I played with her for quite some time, and learned to my surprise, / She was nothing but a fire ship rigged up in a disguise.at play, v.
1900 in E. Cray Erotic Muse (1992) 69: I fired off a broadside until my shot was spent, / Then rammed that fire ship’s waterline until my ram was bent.at ram, n.1
1900 in E. Cray Erotic Muse (1992) 69: I fired off a broadside until my shot was spent, / Then rammed that fire ship’s waterline until my ram was bent.at ram, v.1
1900 in E. Cray Erotic Muse (1992) 69: I fired off a broadside until my shot was spent, / Then rammed that fire ship’s waterline until my ram was bent.at shot, n.1
1900 in E. Cray Erotic Muse (1992) 70: Beware of lofty fire ships, they’ll be the ruin of you. / They’ll empty out your shot locker and pick your pocket too.at shot-locker (n.) under shot, n.1
1904 in E. Cray Erotic Muse (1992) 47: My name it is Sam Hall, chimney sweep, (2) / My name it is Sam Hall, and I tell you one and all / That you’re buggers great and small. / Damn your eyes.at damn (someone’s) eyes! (excl.) under damn, v.
c.1911 in E. Cray Erotic Muse (1992) 113: My father was hung as a horse thief. / My mother was burned as a witch. / I have seventeen sisters in the whorehouse / And I’m a cocksucking son of a bitch.at cocksucking, adj.
1915 in E. Cray Erotic Muse (1992) 280: She dared him to take it as she lay stripped naked / And he did as everyone knows. / Oh, she laid a-dreaming while he laid a-creaming; / ’Twas down where the black hairs grow. / His cock was stiffer than julep when he saw her tulip / For it looked like a big red rose.at cream, v.
1915 in E. Cray Erotic Muse (1992) 280: Oh, John saw a tulip, a big yellow tulip / When Mary took off her clothes.at tulip, n.
1917 in E. Cray Erotic Muse (1992) 147: Bring on your rubber-tired hack. / They’re going to take Albert to the graveyard.at hack, n.1
1918 in E. Cray Erotic Muse (1992) 160: Some women are pure and free from sin, / But nine out of ten have their bungholes pushed in.at bunghole, n.1
1918 in E. Cray Erotic Muse (1992) 311: The cabin girl ran down the deck. / The villain he pursued her. / The white of an egg ran down her leg. / Columbo, he had screwed her!at egg-white (n.) under egg, n.1
1918 in E. Cray Erotic Muse (1992) 311: Columbo had a one-eyed mate. / He loved him like a brother, / And every night at seven bells, / They hopped upon each other!at one-eyed, adj.
1918 in E. Cray Erotic Muse (1992) 311: Columbo had a one-eyed mate. / He loved him like a brother, / And every night at seven bells, / They hopped upon each other!at hop on, v.
1918 in E. Cray Erotic Muse (1992) 310: A dago from I-taly / Was walking down the streets of Rome / A-selling hot tamales.at hot tamale, n.
c.1920 E. Cray Erotic Muse (1992) 7: Chorus: Oh, rub my tits and belly, / And slip in my slimy slough.at slip in(to) (v.) under slip, v.2
1920 in E. Cray Erotic Muse (1992) 7: Chorus: Oh, rub my tits and belly, / And slip in my slimy slough.at slough, n.2
1921 in E. Cray Erotic Muse (1992) 144: Frankie she worked in a hump-house.at hump house (n.) under hump, n.1
1921 in E. Cray Erotic Muse (1992) 145: Bring on your rubber-tired hearses, / Fill ’em up plumb full of maques [sic].at mack, n.2
1921 in E. Cray Erotic Muse (1992) 144: Gave all her money to Johnny / Who spent it on parlor-house whores.at parlor house (n.) under parlor, n.
1923 in E. Cray Erotic Muse (1992) 381: So that son of a bitch, he took her to bed, / And crammed it in from its roots to its head.at cram, v.
1923 in E. Cray Erotic Muse (1992) 230: They fergie [sic] a bull and fill him full / those hardy sons of bitches.at furgle, v.
1923 in E. Cray Erotic Muse (1992) 381: So that son of a bitch, he took her to bed, / And crammed it in from its roots to its head.at head, n.