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Black Joke TML # 000994
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The Original black Joke, sent from Dublin
No mortal sure can blame ye man,
Who prompted by Nature will act as he can
Wth a black joke, and belly so white:
For he ye Platonist must gain say,
that will not Human Nature obey,
in working a joke, as will lather like soap,
and ye hair of her joke, will draw more yn a rope,
with a black joke, and belly so white.

The first that came in was an English boy,
and then he began for to play and toy,
With her black etc..
He was well vers'd in Venus's School,
Went on like a Lyon came off like a fool,
From her coal black etc.

Then Shonup a Morgan from Holly-head
Was stark staring mad to go to bed,
To her black etc.
His cruper her saddle did not fit,
So out of door she did him hit;
With her Coal black etc..

Then hastily came in a Hilland man,
His chanter and pipe both in his hand,
To her black etc.
But his main spring it was not strong
For he could only flash in the pan
Of her Coal black etc.

A Frenchman oh yh wth ruffles and wig
With her he began for to dance a Jig
With her black etc.
and wn he felt wt was under her smock,
Begar said Mounsier 'tis a fine Merimot
With a Coal black etc..

A rich Dutch skiper from Amsterdam
He came wth his gilt ready in hand,
To her black etc.
He fancy'd himself very fit for ye game,
She sent him to Holland all in a flame,
By her Coal black etc.
The good Irish Man he cou'd not forbear
But yt he must have a very good share,
Of her black etc.
Madam said he for money I have none.
But I'll play a tune on ye jiging bone
Of your Coal black etc.

Then next came in a brave Granadeer,
and calls in for plenty of Ale and beer,
For her black etc.
The cuning sly Jade show'd him a trick
and sent him away wth fire in his stick
From her Coal black etc..

Traverse ye Globe and you'l find none,
Who is nott addicted and very much prone,
To a black etc.
The Prince, ye Priest, ye Peasant do love it,
and all degrees of Mankind do covet
A Coal black etc.

The rigid recluse wth his meager face,
From fasting and prayer wd quickly cease,
For a black etc.
Let ye Clergy Cant and say wt they will
They stop ye mouth and tickle the Gill
Of a Coal black etc.

The Bishop in his Pontifical Gown,
Wou'd tumble another Susanna down,
For her black etc.
The Lawyer his Clients cause wd quit
To dip his pen in ye bottomless Pit
Of a Coal black etc.
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