Oh, no. It's December. We're having another snowstorm. The thread of a thousand mysteries has filled up again. And people are singing Christmas carols.
I'm not a fan of most of them, but this one at least is crude and funny. Don't listen at work. Warning, too: it's mostly an exercise in throwing out phrases for sexual intercourse. Don't let the children listen, unless you want them to ask you lots of questions.
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Behold her, single in the field,
Yon solitary Highland Lass!
Reaping and singing by herself;
Stop here, or gently pass!
Alone she cuts and binds the grain,
And sings a melancholy strain;
O listen! for the Vale profound
Is overflowing with the sound.
No Nightingale did ever chaunt
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