Married life
Betty was a lovely lass who never ate raw meat,
And then she met our Billy, who fed her pickled beet.
He said to her “Oh Betty, please, please marry me today,
I could show you my rear cabin and we could make some hay”.
“Oh Billy Boy, Oh Billy Boy I really love you true,
But you own an Atalanta, and hardly have a clew”.
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Billy took the smooth with the rough, but married life proved really tough,
For Betty didn’t sail, or even like plum duff.