She's a Whore
The Poxy Boggards Lyrics
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I met her at the Cock & Bulls, a tavern by the docks.
Although we courted but a week, my love for her persisted,
For when with her, we swived in ways I never knew existed!
She's a whore, yes a whore,
A lass of myth and lore.
A pontifex of oral sex.
She'll ride you till you're sore.
She is dear to fleet and corps.
Her legs are splayed, we'll all get laid
By the whore that we adore.
Her bosoms were named Mary, for they were pure and white.
Her muff was named Elizabeth, 'cause it was nice and tight.
Her nips were named Daisy and Rose, for they're like flowering buds.
But her ass was named the River Thames, 'cause it is full of mud!
She's a whore, yes a whore,
A lass of myth and lore.
A pontifex of oral sex.
She'll ride you till you're sore.
Yes, she's a whore, yes a whore.
She is dear to fleet and corps.
Her legs are splayed, we'll all get laid
By the whore that we adore.
Well, soon after we parted ways, I saw her with me friend.
They courted but a week or two, but that came to an end.
She then did hop from bed to bed, but what made me so mad,
'Twas after several months had passed I saw her with me dad!
She's a whore, yes a whore,
A lass of myth and lore.
A pontifex of oral sex.
She'll ride you till you're sore.
Yes, she's a whore, yes a whore.
She is dear to fleet and corps.
Her legs are splayed, we'll all get laid
By the whore that we adore.
One day, while at the tavern here, I heard unhappy news.
This country lass had died of clap - oh, what a jewel to lose.
'Tis not as sad as one may think, as I soon realized,
For all those saints now pass her 'round that big bed in the sky!
She's a whore, yes a whore,
A lass of myth and lore.
A pontifex of oral sex.
She'll ride you till you're sore.
Yes, she's a whore, yes a whore.
She is dear to fleet and corps.
Her legs are splayed, we'll all get laid
By the whore that we adore.
She's a whore, yes a whore,
A lass of myth and lore.
A pontifex of oral sex.
She'll ride you till you're sore.
Yes, she's a whore, yes a whore.
She is dear to fleet and corps.
Her legs are splayed, we'll all get laid
By the whore that we adore.
THAT WHORE!
The Poxy Boggards’ song “She’s a Whore” recounts the brief and tumultuous encounter the singer had with a promiscuous woman. The lyrics detail her physical attributes, naming her body parts with playful vulgarity. The singer, who seems to start off smitten with the woman, eventually discovers that she has been sleeping with his friend and even his father. The song takes a tongue-in-cheek tone, celebrating the woman’s sexual agency and suggesting that her passing serves as an opportunity for others to enjoy the pleasures of the flesh.
The audience’s interpretation of the song will likely depend on their personal views on sex and gender. Some may see it as crude and offensive, while others might find it liberating and funny. Some may view the woman as a victim of slut-shaming and male entitlement, while others might see her as a powerful figure who refuses to be constrained by society’s expectations. Whichever way one takes it, the song manages to convey a sense of rowdy humor and rebellion.
Line by Line Meaning
A daughter of a farming man, a lass with raven locks.
She came from a farming family and had black hair.
I met her at the Cock & Bulls, a tavern by the docks.
We met at a bar near the water.
Although we courted but a week, my love for her persisted,
Even though we only dated for a week, my feelings for her remained strong.
For when with her, we swived in ways I never knew existed!
When we were together, we had sex in ways I have never experienced before.
She's a whore, yes a whore,
A lass of myth and lore.
A pontifex of oral sex.
She'll ride you till you're sore.
She is a prostitute who is famous for her sexual talents and will make you sore from sex.
Her bosoms were named Mary, for they were pure and white.
Her muff was named Elizabeth, 'cause it was nice and tight.
Her nips were named Daisy and Rose, for they're like flowering buds.
But her ass was named the River Thames, 'cause it is full of mud!
She had names for her breasts, vagina, and nipples, but her butt was not as clean.
Well, soon after we parted ways, I saw her with me friend.
They courted but a week or two, but that came to an end.
She then did hop from bed to bed, but what made me so mad,
'Twas after several months had passed I saw her with me dad!
After we broke up, she started dating my friend briefly before moving on to multiple partners, including my own father.
One day, while at the tavern here, I heard unhappy news.
This country lass had died of clap - oh, what a jewel to lose.
'Tis not as sad as one may think, as I soon realized,
For all those saints now pass her 'round that big bed in the sky!
I heard that she died from a sexually transmitted disease but not too long after, realized she was now being shared by other deceased individuals in heaven.
THAT WHORE!
A frustrated exclamation about the woman mentioned in the song.
Writer(s): stuart venable
Contributed by Isabella F. Suggest a correction in the comments below.