The Crymes of the Ancient Marin'r, Chapter 8

The Crymes of the Ancient Marin'r Aye sir! I doth admiteth To using me strumpets Bacon-fed, fat, flapping arseo To keepeth me a floateth As a misfir'd cannon ball didst Sinketh mine own boat And aye sir! I doth also admiteth To using h'r well-pound'd flesh To maketh me a Handsome waistcoat A day at which hour a sir can nay longeth'r Doth this to any wh'resome strumpy goat Is the day we giveth those women folk The right to vote! Such a day I shall nev'r seeth I'd rath'r cuts me throat!