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| The Turncoat Preachin' frae the pulpit, wi' his big grey beard Hell fire an' damnation, had congregations scared Runnin' tae their hooses, tae burn the graven images Drappin' tae their knees, an' offerin' up their homages A' the knees were knockin', when John Knox started talkin' The pee wis dribblin' doon a body's leg When he screamed oot 'Jezebell', some wimmin ran like hell An' Jock McGee's jaiket, wis oan a shaky peg Then he started oan oor Mary For behavin' quite contrary He said, 'Ye're a whore, an idolatress', right tae her face Ye're a bloody abhorration on the whole human race' Mary's reply was swift, an' somewhat comical Her two index fingers pointin', tae places anatomical She chanted, 'Milk, lemonade an' chocolate Milk, lemonade an' chocolate' |
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