Tuning: Standard (E A D G B E) Key: D First Tab, i transcribed it from chordify and made a minor change to make it cound better. probably not how they actualy play it but it sounds good to me She's A Whore By: The Poxy Boggards No Capo Verse: D G D A daughter of a farming man, a lass with raven locks G A I met her at the Cock & Bulls, a tavern by the docks G D G D Although we courted but a week, my love for her persisted A D For when with her, we swived in ways I never knew existed!
Chorus: G She's a whore, yes a whore D A lass of myth and lore A A pontifex of oral sex D She'll ride you till you're sore G Yes, she's a whore, yes a whore D She is dear to fleet and corps A Her legs are splayed, we'll all get laid D A D By the whore that we adore Pre-Chorus: D G D Her bosoms were named Mary, for they were pure and white G A Her muff was named Elizabeth, 'cause it was nice and tight G D G D Her nips were named Daisy and Rose, for they're like flowering buds A D But her ass was named the River Thames, 'cause it is full of mud! Chorus: G She's a whore, yes a whore D A lass of myth and lore A A pontifex of oral sex D She'll ride you till you're sore G Yes, she's a whore, yes a whore D She is dear to fleet and corps A Her legs are splayed, we'll all get laid D A D By the whore that we adore Pre-Chorus: D G D Well, soon after we parted ways, I saw her with me friend G A They courted but a week or two, but that came to an end G D G D She then did hop from bed to bed, but what made me so mad A D 'Twas after several months had passed I saw her with me dad! Chorus: G She's a whore, yes a whore D A lass of myth and lore A A pontifex of oral sex D She'll ride you till you're sore G Yes, she's a whore, yes a whore D She is dear to fleet and corps A Her legs are splayed, we'll all get laid D A D By the whore that we adore Post-Chorus: D G D One day, while at the tavern here, I heard unhappy news G A This country lass had died of clap - oh, what a jewel to lose G D G D 'Tis not as sad as one may think, as I soon realized A D For all those saints now pass her 'round that big bed in the sky! Chorus: G She's a whore, yes a whore D A lass of myth and lore A A pontifex of oral sex D She'll ride you till you're sore G Yes, she's a whore, yes a whore D She is dear to fleet and corps A Her legs are splayed, we'll all get laid D A D By the whore that we adore
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