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Italian

Wax rammish, white herrings
Awash with yellow derring-do
His countenance as purple as the dawn
So I could pluck a crow, wrapped up in brimming hampers
Betwixt the bark and beamish, in my little craft
I cast the dice and witness more towardsness
The secret place where man might hang a jewel
Your pinches, your pearls, superfluous interlacings
Your flowery jaggings, puffings-up and black within
Where shall you live but hell, amidst the hags and devils
When purple piper knuckles down to trill
Where shall you live but hell, amidst the hags and devils
When purple piper knuckles down to trill
Expenses, apprentices, the skull and all its striplings
The maidenheads of rotten courtesans
A Frenchman, a wrenchman, a slaughterer displeasures him
His countenance as purple as the dawn
Italian, I’ll wager, the son of John Indifferent
The young boys take their pleasure up and down
Where shall you live but hell, amidst the hags and devils
When purple piper knuckles down to trill
Wax rammish, white herrings
Awash with yellow derring-do
His countenance as purple as the dawn
So I could pluck a crow, wrapped up in brimming hampers
Betwixt the bark and beamish, in my little craft
Where shall you live but hell, amidst the hags and devils
When purple piper knuckles down to trill
Where shall you live but hell, amidst the hags and devils
Italian, I’ll wager, within