I live at the end of this village.

I live at the end of this village, ; The girls love me, ; Because I don't go to prostitutes. ; A bed of hair, sixty melons, ; You walked, you danced the Bogya dance, ; The puppy is skunked, ; One is motley, the other brown, ; I'll take two to the room, drink some brandy. ; If you were good lads, ; You'd drink it too.