Boring for Oil
You may talk of excitement so scarce and so rare,
Of bansh[?] and of water-falls done up in hair,
All through the excitement my blood it did boil
For I made my advances through boring for oil
One morning in a ramble I met a fair maid.
Tho' handsome and lovely, to her I did say,
"For
a nice fortune I'm willing to toil,
If you show me a place to go boring for oil."
This fair maid she stammered, "Young man I declare
I know where that place is and watch it with care.
And no one has seen it since I was a child.
And if you should
bore there you shall surely strike oil."
"Fain," say I to myself, "my fortune is made.
If you show me that place now I'll see you're repaid."
She hoisted her garments for fair they might soil
And she showed me the place to go boring for oil.
Well I kissed that fair damsel a hundred times over,
And I
made her be seated on nature's green shore.
She screamed and she hollered, and tried to recoil,
When I pulled out old
Satan, went boring for oil.
We had not bored but six inches or so
When the oil from her oiler then gently did flow.
She screamed and she hollered my character to soil,
"You've
busted my bladder a-boring for oil."
. Thanks! John Patrick.