His shoes was tight, his britches torn
His fly held close by the point of a pin
Boleyn went a -courtin' one night
they stripped for a fight
A scream that scratched in their na ked skin,
I'll honor you both, says
One night, returning to his journey's end,
he found his wife in bed with a friend.
The weather was cold and the blanket's thin,
and asleep in the middle's his tumbling, tumbling,
tumbling, tumbling high, oh.
Well, went to church just
Where they preached against
They called it a shame and they called it a
Boleyn had a mangy cur with a racky
He lay like dead till a bitch come in.
Boleyn, he needed a coat.
He borrowed a skin from a
The horns at his middle he set with a
grin. I wish they was mine, says
But the goat's skin itched till
He vowed that he wouldn't
The skinny side out, the woolly side in,
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