Susan Johns of Austin, Texas, to Cray, 6/22/96, as sung in SCA and Renaissance Fair circles:



         The Westminister Whore
           (c. 1610) Found in "Bawdy Verse, A Pleasant Collection"   Page 72
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         As I went to Westminister Abby
         I saw a younge Wenche on her backe,
         Cramminge in a Dildo of Tabby
         Into her Cunt Till 'twas ready to crack.

         "By your leave" said I, "Pretty Maid,
         Methinks your sport is but drye?"
         "I can get no better" she said; "Sir,
         And I'll tell you the reason why."

         "Madame P. hath a Thing at her breech,
         Sucks up all the scad of the Town;
         She's a damn'd lascivious Bitch
         And fucks for half-a-Crown."

         "Now, the Curse of a Cunt without Hair
         And ten thousand Poxes upon her;
         We pore whores may go hang in dispaire;
         We're undone by the Maydes of Honour."

         Then in Loyalty, as I was bound,
         Hering her speak in this sort.
         I fuckt her thrice on the ground,
         And bid her speak well of the Court.