The Ball of Ballinor

Bedlam Bards

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Bedlam Bards - The Ball of Ballinor

Four and twenty virgins came down from Inverness,
When the ball was over, there were four and twenty less.
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Balls to your partner, Arse against the wall
If you canna get on a Saturday night
You canna get at all
The bride was in the bedroom, a talking to the groom,
The front! the front!! And not the back's the entrance to the womb.
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The queen was in the parlor, eatin' bread and honey,
The king was in the chambermaid, and she was in the money!
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The deacon's wife, well she was there, with her butt against the wall,
Put your money on the counter boys, I'm gonna convert you all.
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There was in the kitchen and on the stones,
Ya' couldna hear the music for the and the groans.
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The village butcher he was there, a cleaver in his hand,
And every time he turned around, he circumcised the band.
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The village blacksmith, he was there, his balls were made of brass,
And when they clacked together, lightning shot out from his ass.
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Cedric the Fiddler, he was there, 'tis true I tell you so,
He entertained the ladies while he rosined up his bow.
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Hawke the Balladeer was there, drunken as a lout,
Strummin' on his instrument to see what would cum out.
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The village chandler, he was there, filling in the cracks,
His hand was in the honey comb, his wick was in the wax.
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Some horny Vikings they were there, along with Eric the Red,
They wore their horns inside their pants, instead of on their heads.
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The Clan MacRaven, they were there, all around the keep,
They ate up all the haggis, and they buggered all the sheep.
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The letter carrier he was there, the poor man had the pox,
He couldna the lassies, so he the letter box.
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The village cripple, he was there, I did not like him much,
He lined them up against the wall, and with his crutch.
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The village drunkard, he was there, boisterous and loud,
He was swinging from the chandelier and whizzin' on the crowd.
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The village idiot he was there, can you imagine that?
Amusing himself by abusing himself and catchin' it in his hat.
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The village she was there, she ,
and every time she , closed the door.
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When the ball was over, everyone confessed,
The music was exquisite, but the f**kin' was the best.
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