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My landlady had three lovely daughters.

 They used to come and make my bed each day

 They used to come and clean my living quarters,

 But their mother made quite sure they didn't stay.

 There was Mary: she seemed chary;

 There was Helen: she seemed well and truly sceptical

 about my qualities;

 There was Julie: she was truly well-proportioned, but her

 Caution Brought exhaustion on my aching arteries.

 But I was wrong: they weren't at all impervious

 To the possibilities of high romance -

 And I sensed a certain girlish nerviness

 In the way they folded my pyjama pants.

 And I was right, for late one night

 Sweet little Mary, like a fairy,

 As I lay sleeping, came a-creeping to my side.

 She was mine: it was divine - but we were doomed, for very soon

 Into the room came sister Helen, and she cried:

 "Mary, go to bed!" Off Mary went.

 "Now, young man," Helen said, "for your punishment,

 "We mustn't have a fight, we mustn't make a row:

 "Turn off the light - it's my turn now!"

 Well, after all, I'm young and relatively vigorous,

 And though I still protest my innocence,

 By temperament I'm strictly un-polygamous,

 And if I sinned, I sinned in self-defence.

 Nevertheless I must confess I wouldn't miss that

 sort of bliss And when it ended I was rendered comatose.

 When, loud and clear, very near, in my ear a loud

 voice spoke And I was awoken from my post-coital doze.

 "Helen, go to bed!" Helen went away.

 "Now, young man," Julie said, "you will have to pay!

"You've blighted Helen's charms, filched her purity.

"Open up your arms - come and filch me!"

 I was amazed, and really rather tired;

 I thought I'd given all that I could give.

 A little kip was all that I desired,

 But I'm British, so my upper lip was stiff.

 She was chaotic, idiotic, quite exotic and ecstatic,

 Acrobatic and emphatically fine.

 All to no good, for when I could open my eyes, to my

 surprise I found her mother looking into mine.

 "Julie, go to bed!" Julie left the scene.

 "Now listen, Ma," I said, "I know the old routine.

"I'll do what you like, but I shall be vexed

 "And I'll bloody well go on strike if Grandma's next!"

Listen to the recording on youtube it's a nice simple tune

and fun to play for friends. This is my first attempt so any

comments or corrections welcome. cheers BigMick