.[Pre-Chorus]
Oh fishmonger, oh fishmonger>
Come quell your daughter's hunger>
[Chorus]
To pull on my horn
As it rises inâ
theâ
morn
For 'its naught,â
but bad luck
To fuck with aâ
puck
Lest your grandkid be born
A hairy young faun
Bleating and.
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