Wolfy ’ s Granny When I was a maiden fair I washed my feet and brushed my hair. now I am as one can see A rather gentle sweet granny. Hearts seem softly to be stirring I have six lovers on a string. They call until the eventide. Will I would I be a bride.? Goodness when I say goodnight I hope I get... Sign in to see full entry.
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