The Kingston Trio, "The Unfortunate Miss Bailey"
'How vast, Miss Bailey,' then he cried, 'your c*** affrights me, really.'
'Dear Captain Smith,' the ghost replied, 'you bruised me unctioned tea leaves.
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'How fast, Miss Bailey,' then he cried, 'you've come to fright me, really.'
'Dear Captain Smith,' the ghost replied, 'you loosed me engine wheelie.
'Avast, Miss Bailey,' then he cried, 'you can't affright me, really.'
'Dear Captain Smith,' the ghost replied, 'you used me ungenteelly.