There were four old whores of Baltimore
Drinking the blood red wine.
And all their conversation was
"Yours is smaller than mine.'

Timy, roly, poly, tickle my hole-y,
Smell of my slimy slough.
Then drag your nuts across my guts,
I'm one of the whorey crew.

“You're a liar”, said the first whore,
"Mine's as big as the air.
The birds fly in, the birds fly out,
And never touch a hair."

Timy, roly, poly, tickle my hole-y,
Smell of my slimy slough.
Then drag your nuts across my guts,
I'm one of the whorey crew.

“You're a liar”, said the second,
"Mine's as big as the sea.
The ship sails in, the ship sails out,
Never troubles me."

Timy, roly, poly, tickle my hole-y,
Smell of my slimy slough.
Then drag your nuts across my guts,
I'm one of the whorey crew.

“You're a liar”, said the third one,
"Mine's as big as the moon.
The men jump in, the men jump out,
And never touch the womb."

Timy, roly, poly, tickle my hole-y,
Smell of my slimy slough.
Then drag your nuts across my guts,
I'm one of the whorey crew.

Swab your decks, me hearties
Slice them up with pride
? You sons of whores
Yours is smaller than mine

“You're a liar”, said the last whore,
"Mine's the biggest of all.
A fleet sailed in on the first of June,
And didn't come back till fall."

Timy, roly, poly, tickle my hole-y,
Smell of my slimy slough.
Then drag your nuts across my guts,
I'm one of the whorey crew.