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Way And That Way
(llewtraH)
Oh, the first is the miller, lived down by the mill;
For the want of some water, his stones they lay still.
Up steps the fair damsel and sees him in want.
She run his old stones through the sluice of her cunt.
Chorus: Oh, it's this way and that way and do what you will.
For I'm sure I've said nothing that you can take ill.
So don't be offended, as long as I don't,
For the women all the let men feel of their cunt.
Next is the fisherman, down by the brook;
For all that he lacks is a line for his hook.
Up steps this fair damsel and sees him in want;
She spun him a line from the hair on her cunt.
Next is the barber, a-shaving a man,
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