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Tom the Taylor



Пёрселл Генри - Tom the Taylor - текст песни (слова)

Tom making a Manteau for a lass of pleasure, Pull'd 
But quickly found tho' woundily steight lac'd Sir, 
Three inches more, at lenght brisk Tom advances, yet out 
pull'd out, pull'd out his nine Inches, 
nine Inches, nine Inches, nine Inches, all, 
yet all too short, yet all, all, all too short,  
all too long, his long and lawful measure: 
nine Inches wou'd not half surround he wast Sir: 
short, yet all too short,  
all too short to reach he swinging Hances.   
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