At last, quite impatient, the girl said, "my swell,
Do you think you could guess the right fish by the smell?"
"O yes, that I could," said the man, "my sweet maid,
Cause I know all the arts and the rigs of my trade."
Then the girl shoved her hand 'neath her clothes in a shot,
And rubbed it about on a certain sweet spot;
Then, blushing so sweetly, as you may suppose,
She put her hand up to the fishmonger's nose.
The fishmonger smelt it, and cried, with delight,
"I know what you want, by the smell, now, all right,
''Twas a good thought of yours, recollection to bring;
I'll tell you directly -- you wanted some ling "
A fine dapper taylor, with a yard in his hand
Did profer his service to be at command
He talk'd of a slit I had above knee,
But I'll have no taylors to stitch it for me.
Antipodes is hilarious. The "land down under" indeed.
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