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Harlot of Jerusalem (3) 
Harlot of Jerusalem (3) 
In days of old there lived a maid, She was mistress of her trade, A prostitute of high repute, The Harlot of Jerusalem. 
cho: Hi Ho Cathusalem, Cathusalem, Cathusalem, Hi Ho Cathusalem, The harlot of Jerusalem. 
And though she f***ed for many a year, Of pregnancy she had no fear, She washed her passage out with beer, The best in all Jerusalem. 
Now in a hovel by the wall, A student lived with but one ball, Who'd been though all, or nearly all, The harlots of Jerusalem. 
His phallic art was lean and tall, His phallic art caused all to fall, And victims lined the wailing wall, That goes around Jerusalem. 
One night returning from a spree, With customary whore-lust he, Made up his mind to call and see, The Harlot of Jerusalem. 
It was for her no fortune good, That he should need to root his pud, And choose her out of all the brood, Of harlots in Jerusalem. 
For though he paid his women well, This syphilitic spawn of hell, Struck down each year and tolled the bell, For ten harlots of Jerusalem. 
Forth from the town he took the slut, 
For 'twas his whim always to rut, By the Salvation Army hut, Outside of Old Jerusalem. 
With artful eye and leering look, He took out from its filthy nook, His penis twisted like a crook, The Pride of Old Jerusalem. 
He leaned the whore against the slum, And tied her at the knee and bum, Knowing where the strain would come, Upon the fair Cathusalem. 
He seized the harlot by the bum, And rattling like a Lewis gun, He sowed the seed of many a son, Into the fair Cathusalem. 
It was a sight to make you sick, To hear him grunt so fast and quick, While grinding with his crooked prick, The womb of fair Cathusalem. 
Then up there came an Onanite, With warty prick besmeared with s***e, He'd sworn that he would goal that night, The harlot of Jerusalem. 
He loathed the art of copulation, For his delight was masturbation, And with a spurt of cruel elation, He saw the whore Cathusalem. 
So when he saw the grunting pair, With roars of rage he rent the air, And vowed that he would soon take care, Of the harlot of Jerusalem. 
Upon the earth he found a stick, To which he fastened half a brick, An took a swipe at the mighty prick Of the student of Jerusalem. 
He seized the bastard by his crook, With a single furious look, And flung him over Kedrun's brook, That babbles past Jerusalem. 
The student gave a furious roar, And rushed to even up the score, And with his swollen prick did bore, The c*** of fair Cathusalem. 
And reeling full of rage and fight, He pushed the bastard Onanite, And rubbed his face in Cathy's s***e, The foulest in Jerusalem. 
Cathusalem she knew her part, She closed her c*** and blew a fart, That sent him flying like a dart, High above Old Jerusalem. 
And buzzing like a bubble bee, He flew straight out towards the sea, But caught his arsehole in a tree, That grows in Old Jerusalem. 
And to this day you still can see, His arsehole hanging from that tree, Let that to you a warning be, When passing through Jerusalem. 
And when the moon is bright and red, A castrated form sails overhead, Still raining curses on the head, Of the harlot of Jerusalem. 
As for the student and his lass, Many a playful night did pass, Until she joined the V.D. class, For harlots of Jerusalem. 
CZB