Now Nelly was the prettiest girl that you had ever seen
She always was invited to a dance or to a spree
She always had a song to sing and a ditty for to say
When she boldly asked her mother if she could go to the wake
Oh yes my darling Nelly you can go to the wake
My advice to you is you must give and you must take
For Johnny is the wildest youth that ever yet was born
And I’m sure that you’ll be sorry comin’ home in the morn
So Nelly then got ready to the wake she did appear
Hoping that her Johnny he would soon be there
There was red wine white wine tasty cakes of every kind
Nelly filled her belly and had a grand ole time
The wake it been over and the people gone to rest
Johnny took his Nelly to a dark and shady nest
He took her in his arms and he laid her on her back
Saying I’ll show you the game that they call shoot the cat
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The seventh month been over the eighth one coming on
Nelly’s little jaws they were pale and they grew long
Her apron strings she could not tie her belly it grew fat
And they blamed it on the game that they call shoot the cat
The eighth month been over the ninth one come and gone
Nelly lay in bed with a bouncing baby son
Her mother said to her one day we’ll name him for his sake
And we’ll call him shoot the cat coming home from the wake
But the dirty little bugger he grew up to be a man
He’d go out around the corner with his dick out in his hand
And ever little girl he’d see he’d give his dick a shake
Saying daddy shoot the cat coming home from the wake
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