Bawdy Songs

Union Maid

There once was an Indian maid
Who was a whore by trade;
For a dime at a whack
She'd lie on her back
And let the cowboys shove it up her crack

One day, to her surprise
Her belly began to rise
Her c*** gave a grunt
And out jumped a runt
With his balls between his eyes.

cho: Oh the moon shines tonight on pretty Red Wing
As she lay sleeping
There came a-creeping
A cowboy, with eyes a-gleaming
And hopes of reaming
That Indian maid.