Bring Back My Bonnie To Me
My brother lies over the ocean
My sister lies over the sea
My father lies over my mother
And that's how they got little me
Bring back, bring back
Oh, bring back my bonny to me, to me
Bring back, bring back
Oh, bring back my bonny to me
The captain he had a young daughter
A fair maid as you all can see
She had trouble in passing her water
And that's why they called on old me
Bring back, bring back
Oh, bring back my bonny to me, to me
Bring back, bring back
Oh, bring back my bonny to me
My one skin lies over my two skin
My two skin lies over my three
My three skin lies over my four skin
So pull back my four skin for me
Pull back, pull back
Oh, pull back my foreskin for me, for me
Pull back, pull back
Oh, pull back my foreskin for me
Old farmer Jones was a bastard
He acted tough with the men
But since his spastic operation
He's now a whore in a den
Bing back, bring back
I stuck it as long as I could, I could
Bing back, bring back
For my bollocks are not made of wood
The governor he is a real coward
He gives all his workmen some stick
Last week in a bloody upheaval
He bit off some other man's prick
Bing back, bring back
I stuck it as long as I could, I could
Bing back, bring back
For my bollocks are not made of wood
