[Shamus O'Riley]

This unique ballad sent to Hubert Canfield in 1927 may be of British origin, but is assigned here because of its provenience -- and its melody, the ubiquitous-in-the-United-States "Roving Wreck of Poverty"
 or "Son of a Gambolier."  Whatever, it appears to be another of the "exotic" ballads which sprang up after the Crimean War.

A lad named Shamus O'Riley
	Once lived in Erin's Isle.
A bully boy for fucking,
	And he did it up in style.
He fucked all the girls in Ireland
	From the Channel to the Main,
Then skipped it off to Turkey
	To look for hotter game.

He got into the harem
	Where the sultan kept his tail.
The girls were overjoyed to see
	A husky big-whanged male.
They hid him in the shit-house
	Of the sultan's Ivory towers,
And those that wanted fucking
	Had to stand in line for hours.

He took them in succession
	Hardly topping off for meals,
And the harem soon was ringing
	With delighted girlish squeals.
For big cunts or little cunts,
	He filled them one and all,
Upon the floor or shit-house seat,
	Or up against the wall.

Things went hot and heavy
	For just about a year,
Then the sudden flood of babies
	Struck the sultan rather queer.
Ninety wives had bastards
	Each with flaming orange hair,
And the sultan he set out to find
	The why and when and where.

He sought the tower shit-house
	To meditate and crap.
And there he found our Shamus
	Lying in Fatima's lap
With his thumb stuck up her arse-hole
	And his peter up her twat. 
The sultan grabbed him by the balls,
	And beaned him with a pot.

He yelled for guards and soldiers,
	And roared, "Bring on my knives,
For I've got the bloody bastards
	Who's bene fucking who my wives!
"I'll cut his bloody nuts off
	And make him eat them raw.
I'll tear his bloody cock out
	And cram it down his craw!"

But his angry heart was softened
	When he saw how Shamus wept.
He only tossed him down a dungeon
	Where a lioness was kept.
The lioness was then in heat.
	Shamus leapt upon her back,
And sent his mighty joy-prong
	A-whizzing up her crack.

Shamus cried, "Tis hotter tail
	Than I've had in all my life."
But the Sultan crept behind him,
	And disballed him with a knife.
The harem girls went on a strike,
	For they craved that penis back,
But O'Riley died of a broken heart,
	And his lioness died of clap.