As I was going to Canterbury Fair
I met a maiden with tangled hair.
—I said, 'Your looks are a pity.
—It makes you look gritty.
It looks like you just don't care.'
She said, 'Don't be such a fool,
I've still got my basic tool.
I'll show you if you've got the time
'Cause as Kipling says in his rhyme:
(And you aren't allergic to sin) '
'For the Colonel's Lady an' Judy O'Grady
Are sisters under their skins'
And he also said,
That clever old bloke,
'And a woman is only a woman,
But a good cigar is a smoke.'
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