Hate You Girl

Not only sons did the drinker fed
But also a daughter, a lady of dread
So huge was she and full of life
That every man wished her for his wife

Whatever she said they would do straight off
Before she even managed to cough
So there she with father and others set off
What for? For what? Of course, it's curse

to find a new love.

Her greatest ace was a comely breast
With that lovely gift was the woman blessed
In every tavern when she met a male
The man at once would burn or go pale

She never spent a night on her own
Since each of her boys was prone to the bone



Credits
Writer(s): Piotr Pluta, Jedrzej Matysiak
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