Sweet Molly Malone

 
Sweet Molly Malone
Was a dirty old crone
Who plied through streets broad and narrow
Just make her a bid
(About twenty five quid)
And you could have it off on her barrow

She had competition
For her prime position
From a girl called Ophelia Balls
So they stripped as they plied
With Their legs open wide
To laughter, applause and cat-calls

When they were arrested
They both protested
Human rights under laws of EU
They sued our great nation
And won compensation
Their rich now with no need to screw