Ribald Shanties for the Discerning Whoreson
A collection of bawdy tavern songs, each one more grimed in filth and innuendo than the last. One of them, Birthday on the Bilgerat, is such horrifying material that any decent person would burn this book right now. The cleanest verse is: The first mate's cock stood like the mast Hard and veiny as a marble handle And when the fair lass bent to him She soon blew out his birthday candle.