The Vengeance Formulation

You think you are a Lord and can outright tell people what to fucking do

But you have no idea in your mind what you have just put them through

You are not a man and you are not a god but you are a fucking weak parasite

All you ever fucking do is ruin everything and suck the blood out of people's lives

You cannot fathom the hatred and the rage that is coming down your way

Soon enough people will rise and will have enough of your stupid games

Destroy everything that you have ever known and burn it down

You fucked up and your pathetic empire crumbles to the ground

The sycophants are all you have left and there are no more friends

Your days are numbered this is the countdown to your fucking end

My world is your brand new hell my world is your brand new hell

Your time is up this is vengeance beyond fucking vengeance

My world is your brand new hell my world is your brand new hell

Your time is up this is vengeance beyond fucking vengeance

You like and want to kick a man when he is down as one of your fucked up games

But soon you will be the only one who will be left to dig your own fucking grave

You are not a man and you are not a god but you are a fucking weak parasite

All you ever fucking do is ruin everything and suck the blood out of people's lives

You cannot fathom the hatred and the rage that is coming down your way

Soon enough people will rise and will have enough of your stupid games

You lie to people just to save your skin but you cannot ever comprehend

You want some kind of infamy but you should know this is the fucking end

You are not a man and you are not a god but you are a fucking weak parasite

All you ever fucking do is ruin everything and suck the blood out of people's lives

You cannot fathom the hatred and the rage that is coming down your way

Soon enough people will rise and will have enough of your stupid games

I Can See Clearly Now

I can see clearly now, the rain is gone, I can see all obstacles in my way 
Gone are the dark clouds that had me blind it's gonna be a bright bright Sun-Shiny day. 
I think I can make it now, the pain is gone all of the bad feelings have disappeared 
Here is the rainbow I've been prayin' for it's gonna be a bright bright Sun-Shiny day. 

Look all around, there's nothin' but blue skies 
Look straight ahead, nothin' but blue skies 
I can see clearly now, the rain is gone, I can see all obstacles in my way 
Gone are the dark clouds that had me blind it's gonna be a bright bright Sun-Shiny day.

The Discovery (The Squire Turn'd Ferret)

MOST true it is, I dare to say, ever since the Days of Eve, 
The weakest Woman sometimes may the wisest Man deceive. 
For Davenant circumspect, sedate a Machiavel by trade 
Arrived Express, with News of Weight, and thus, at court, he said. 
 At Godliman, hard by the Bull, a woman, long thought barren bears rabbits Gad so plentiful, 
You would take her for a warren these eyes, quoth He, beheld them clear 
What, do ye doubt my view behold this narrative that's here; why, zounds and blood it is true. 

Some said that Douglas sent should be, some talked of Walker's Merit, 
But most held, in this midwifery, no doctor like a FERRET. 
But Molyneux, who heard this told, right wary He and wise cried sagely, 
It is not safe, I hold, to trust to Davenant's Eyes. a vow to God 
He then did make He would himself go down, St. Andre too, the scale to take of that phenomenon. He ordered then his Coach and Four The Coach was quickly got them
Resolved this Secret to explore, And search it to the Bottom. 

 At Godliman they now arrive, for haste they made exceeding; 
As Courtiers should, whenever they strive to be informed of breeding. 
The good Wife to the Surgeon sent, and said to him, Good Neighbour, 
It is a pity that two squires so gent should come and lose their labour. 
The Surgeon with a rabbit came, but first in pieces cut it; 
Then slyly thrust it up that same as far as man could put it 
Ye Guildford Innkeepers take heed You dress not such a Rabbit, 
Ye Poulterers eke, destroy the breed, it is so unsavory a-Bit.

But hold! says Molly, first let's try, now that her legs are open, 
If ought within we may descry by help of Telescope. 
The Instrument himself did make, He raised and leveled right, 
But all about was so opaque, it could not aid his sight. 
 On Tiptoe then the Squire he stood but first He gave her Money
Then reached as high as ever He could, and cried, I feel a CONY. 
Is it alive? St. Andre cried It is; I feel it stir. 
Is it full grown? the Squire replied; It is; see here's the FUR.

And now two legs St. Andre got and then came two legs more;
Now fell the head to Molly's Lot and so the work was over
The Woman, thus being brought to bed said, to reward your pains,
St. Andre shall dissect the head and thou shalt have the brains.
He lapped it in a linen rag,then thanked her for her kindness;
And crammed it in the velvet bag that serves His Royal Highness
That Bag which Jenny, wanton slut first brought to foul disgrace
Stealing the papers thence she put veal-cutlets in their place.
O! happy would it be, I ween could they these Rabbits smother
Molly had never a Midwife been nor she a shameful mother
Why has the Proverb falsely said better two heads than one;
Could Molly hide this rabbit's head he still might shew his own.

Nix My Dolly, Pals Fakeaway.

In a box of the stone jug I was born, of a hempen widow the kid forlorn, Fake away. 

And my noble father, as I've heard say, was a famous merchant of capers gay, 

Nix my dolly, pals, fake away,  Nix, my dolly, pals, fake away. 

My knuckles in quad did my school men play, and put me up to the time of day, Fake away. 

No dummy hunter had forks so fly, no knuckles deftly could fake a Eloy

Nix my dolly, pals, fake away. Nix, my dolly, pals, fake away. 

But my nuttiest lady one fine day, to the beaks did her gentleman betray, Fake away. 

And so I was bowled out at last and into the jug for a lag was cast, Nix my dolly, pals, fake away, 

Nix, my dolly, pals, fake away. But I slipped my derbies one fine day, And gave to the dubs man a holiday. Fake away. And here I am, pals, merry and free, A regular rollicking Romany, Nix my dolly, pals, fake away, 

Nix, my dolly, pals, fake away. 

Knife in the Window

Now if maidens were sheep, love, and they fed on the mountains, 
Now if maidens were sheep, love, and they fed on the mountains, 
Then all the young men they would go and feed with them. 
Then all the young men they would go and feed with them. 

“Oh Molly my true-love, may I come to bed to you?” 
“Oh yes”, she replied, “you can come to bed with me.”
 “Now the door it is bolted and I cannot undo it.” “Oh now”, she replied, “you must put your knee to it.” 

 So I put my knee to it and the door flew asunder and upstairs I went, like lightning and thunder. “Now your small things are tight, love, and I cannot undo it.” 
“Oh now”, she replied, “there's a knife in the window.” 
Now her small things fell off her and I into bed tumbled, 
And I'll leave you to guess how we young couple fumbled.

Pretty Polly

Pretty Polly, pretty Polly, it's I've come a-wooin'; 
Pretty Polly, pretty Polly, it's I've come a-wooin'.” 
She says, “Creep and crawl through the window then and let's get doing and lay your leg over me, over me, do.” “

My britches is tight and I cannot undo 'em, 
My britches is tight and I cannot undo 'em.” 
“There's a knife on the window sill, love, take it to 'em, and lay your leg over me, over me, do.” 

Well the knife it was got and the britches cut asunder, the knife it was got and the britches cut asunder; 
And then they went to it like lightning and thunder, Cryin', “Lay your leg over me, over me, do.” About forty weeks after, the fine baby come bawlin', 
About forty weeks after, a fine baby come bawlin';
 But she never regretted that creepin' and crawlin', And cryin',“Lay your leg over me, over me, do.”

Nancy and Johnny / The Knife in the Window

Last Saturday night young Nancy laid sleeping, and into her bedroom young Johnny went a-creeping,
With his long fol-the-riddle-i-do right down to his knee. 
He said, “Lovely Nancy, may I come to bed to you?” 
She smiled and replied, “John, I'm afraid you'll undo me with your long fol-the-riddle-i-do right down to your knee.” 

His small clothes fell from him and into bed tumbled, 
She laughed in his face when his breeches he fumbled 
With his long fol-the-riddle-i-do right down to his knee. 
 “My breeches fit tight, love, I cannot undo them.” 
She smiled and replied, “John, you must take a knife to them with your long fol-the-riddle-i-do right down to your knee.” “
My knife will not cut, love, it ain't worth a cinder.”
She smiled and replied, “John, there's two on the window with your long fol-the-riddle-i-do right down to your knee.” 

He picked up the knife, and he unlaced his breeches. 
He undressed his breeches, and into bed he tumbled 
With his long fol-the-riddle-i-do right down to his knee. 
All the long night how they rolled and they tumbled. 
Before daylight i' the morning Nancy's nightgown he crumbled 
With his long fol-the-riddle-i-do right down to his knee. 
 Now nine months being past, it fell on a Sunday, 
A child it was born with a knife-mark in the window with a long fol-the-riddle-i-do right down to his knee.

Blackbirds and Thrushes

As I was a-walking for my recreation, Down by the green meadows I silently strayed. There I met a fair maid making great lamentation, “Oh, Jimmy will be slain in the wars I'm afraid.” The blackbirds and thrushes sing in the green bushes, The larks and the doves seem to mourn for this maid. And the song she sang was concerning her lover; “Oh, Jimmy will be slain in the wars I'm afraid.” When Jimmy returned with his heart full of yearning, He found his dear Mary all dead in her grave. He cried, “I'm forsaken, my poor heart is breaking, I wish that I never had left this fair maid.”

Hares on the Mountain

If maidens could sing like blackbirds and thrushes 
If maidens could sing like blackbirds and thrushes 
How many young men would go hide in the bushes? 
If maidens could run like hares on the common 
If maidens could run like hares on the common 

How many young men would take guns and go hunting? 
If maidens could swim like fish in the water 
If maidens could swim like fish in the water 
How many young men would undress and dive after? 
If maidens could run like hares on the common 
If maidens could run like hares on the common 
How many young men would take guns and go hunting?