The Wiggle-Waggle Chippendales

Mark A. Mandel, Copyright 2003
ttto The Wraggle-Taggle Gypsies, trad.

There were three young men come to my door
And downstairs ran this-a lady, oh.
One hung high and the other hung low
And the other swung a bonny, bonny billy, oh!

Then she threw off her silk-finished gown
And drew them into her chamber, oh.
The blankets and the sheets around them flew,
She's abed with the wiggle-waggle Chippendales, oh!

It was late that night when her lord came home,
Asking for his-a lady, oh.
The servants said on every hand,
"She's abed with the wiggle-waggle Chippendales, oh!"

"Go saddle me my milk-white steed
And saddle me my pony, oh.
And fetch to me my brave bullwhip,
A lesson to learn my lady, oh!"

Then he rode up the broad, broad stairs
And down the long, long hallway, oh,
Until he came to his chamber door,
And there he found his-a lady, oh.

"Oh, will you shame your house and land
And will you shame your husband, oh,
And will you shame our own marriage bed
To lie with the wiggle-waggle Chippendales, oh!"

Then she cast down the silken sheets
And bade the young men off her, oh.
Her husband stood as stiff as stone...
At the sight of the bonny, bonny billy, oh!

Then he threw off his cape and boots,
His doublet and his trousers, oh.
'Twas a merry, merry night for the lady and her lord
And the youths and the horse and the pony, oh!


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