No balls at all

Come on you old drunkards give ear to my tale.
I will tell you a story that makes you turn pale.
It's about a young lady, so pretty and small.
Who married a man who had no balls at all.

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No balls at all, no balls at all,
she married a man, who had no balls at all.

How well she remembered, the nights they were wed.
She rolled back the sheets, and crept into bed.
She felt for his prick, how strange it was small.
She felt for his balls, he had no balls at all.

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Narrator: So what does a girl do? She goes to her mother.

Mother, oh mother oh pity my luck.
I've married a man who's unable to fuck.
His tool bag is empty his screwdriver's small.
The impotent wretch has got no balls at all.

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O daugther, o daughter, now don't feel so sad.
I had the same trouble with your dear old dad. (Dad?)
There's many a man who will come to the call
Of the wife of a man who has no balls at all.

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Now the daughter she followed her mother's advice,
and she found the proceedings exceedingly nice.
A bouncing young baby was born in the fall,
To the wife of the man who had no balls at all.

Chorus (but different)

Come to the call, come to the call

of the wife of the man, who had no balls at all.