Brothel

A week’s stress, hours of blame,

And my wage carried I late

Night walking while the rain

Rains light.

Filled with hot broth,

I set off again in late

Night walking while the rain

Rains light.

A week’s stress, hours of blame,

And my wage, all I threw it

Into the brothel, while the rain

It Rains heavily at night.

Just for a pair of pleasure

That I’ll be having this night,

All those stress, blame, and wage

Dissolved away right.

The redhead bouncy tart

Was all sweet and spicy.

With great celerity soon

Came to an end easily.

A week’s stress, hours of blame,

And my wage sacrificed it.

Walked back whilst the weather

Was all bright.