130.  ALL THE NICE GIRLS
Melody--???

All the nice girls like a candle,
All the nice girls like a wick,
Because there's something about a candle,
That reminds them of a prick.
Nice and greasy, slips in easy,
It's the surest way to joy,
It's been up the Queen of Saipan,
And it's going up again,
Syph ahoy, syph ahoy.

All the nice boys like a harlot,
All the nice boys like a whore,
Because there's something about a harlot,
That they've never known before.
She'll be willing, for a shilling,
And she'll pep you up, my boy,
But she'll leave you on the rocks,
With a bloody good dose of pox,
Syph ahoy, syph ahoy.

All the parsons like a choir boy,
All the parsons like a bum,
Because there's something about a choir boy, 
That would make an angel come.
Roll him over, sleep in clover,
It's a curate's only joy,
And you needn't give a rap,
For you'll never catch the clap,
Syph ahoy, syph ahoy.

From Paul Woodford, "Hash Hymns II" (Honolulu, Hawaii, 1994)