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A SNATCH 
 
 
If clap were what the babe is 
And pox were like the cot. 
Our things would rub together ; 
We’d roger hell for leather 
Despite of gleet and tabes, 
Grey penis or green twat ; 
If clap were what the babe is 
And pox were like the cot. 
 
If I were what the turds are 
And love were like the arse. 
With double sound and single 
Delight our farts would mingle, 
With music filled as birds are 
That walk about the grass ; 
If I were what the turds arc 
And love were like the arse ! 
 
If you were crabs, my darling, 
And I your love a taenia ; 
We’d scratch and strain together 
My rubber and your leather 
Until we both were crazy 
(My stage and your proscenia) 
If you were crabs, my darling. 
And I your love a taenia. 
 
If you were thrall to chancre 
And I were page to piles. 
We’d play for boric acid 
Until we grew more placid.