I'd druther make love to my mother...
I tell you I'd ruther make love to my mother
For mother was father's first choice.
It ain't worth the labor to lay with my neighbor
When mother, sweet mother, far more than another,
When mother, sweet mother is choice
My brother's a rake and it ain't no mistake
That he shares mother's bed when he can
But father comes first and then me when I durst
And brother gits his when he can
Sister Sally is glad to be layin' with dad
And brother and I are delighted
For it simply is bliss after lyin' with sis
To turn to our mother who beats any other
And nobody feels a bit slighted.