The Bawdy Ballad of Mary Belle

The Ballad of Mary Belle

Now gather round and let me tell

The tale of Mary Belle

And how her darling husband true

Did dine her for a spell.

And if I tell the story well

And if I tell it clear

There’s not a mortal one won’t quell,

Might faint in firry fear.

Twas darkest night, no light outside

no moon, no lamp, no stars,

When Mary Belles dear husband wide

his mouth upon her start.

And Mary Belle did groan and wrench

her husband’s head upright

and yanked it off his shoulders broad

And cast it out of sight.

No more to tell of Mary Belle

They took her to her prison

We only wonder what in heaven

Her husband dear was thinkin’


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