the story of a hooker

welcome to this humble tale
where you'll find grief and woe
a story filled with rum and ale
the truthful story of a hoe

she worked over at Agne's
the best house of worst repute
where all men were created equal
and all virtues became mute

she worked from three to seven
serving every man's will
at eight she took a break and went to heaven
with the help of a little white pill

she dreamt of love
she dreamt of freedom
of being a queen
but then she woke and cried a while
for all she'd dreamt and all she'd seen
was blown away by a lustful scream:

-My darling oh where have you been?
I've missed your heat below my chest
now come my dear no time to rest
for in this whole place your bossom is
without a doubt, my dear, the best!-

and so she goes without a word
she pleases all without complaint
(gets in return a piece of gold)

she saves all earnings with the hope
of leaving all this life behind
she saves all earnings with the hope
to have at peace her mind

but she knows not she won't survive
her life will come soon to an end
she will sicken, rot, and then she'll die
the cause: a sickness passed down by a fiend
she'll wither and she'll slowly fade
she'll never be happily wed
she wont wake up to a bright new day
she won't be here she will be dead.