The Fishmonger’s Daugther

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The Witcher

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Oh fishmonger, oh fishmonger
Come quell your daughter's hunger

To pull on my horn
As it rises in the morn
For 'its naught, but bad luck
To fuck with a puck
Lest your grandkid be born
A hairy young faun
Bleating and braying all day, hey ho
The fishmonger's daughter, ba ba

For 'its naught, but bad luck
To fuck with a puck
Lest your grandkid be born
A hairy young faun
Bleating and braying all day, hey ho
The fishmonger's daughter, ba ba

Oh fishmonger, oh fishmonger
Come quell your daughter's hunger

To pull on my horn
As it rises in the morn
For 'its naught, but bad luck
To fuck with a puck
Lest your grandkid be born
A hairy young faun
Bleating and braying all day, hey ho
The fishmonger's daughter, ba ba

Oh fishmonger, oh fishmonger
Come quell your daughter's hunger

To pull on my horn
As it rises in the morn
For 'its naught, but bad luck
To fuck with a puck
Lest your grandkid be born
A hairy young faun
Bleating and braying all day, hey ho
The fishmonger's daughter, ba ba

For 'its naught, but bad luck
To fuck with a puck
Lest your grandkid be born
A hairy young faun
Bleating and braying all day, hey ho
The fishmonger's daughter, ba ba

Oh fishmonger, oh fishmonger
Come quell your daughter's hunger

To pull on my horn
As it rises in the morn
For 'its naught, but bad luck
To fuck with a puck
Lest your grandkid be born
A hairy young faun
Bleating and braying all day, hey ho
The fishmonger's daughter, ba ba

Oh fishmonger, oh fishmonger
Come quell your daughter's hunger

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