Poem by Anonymous

Limerick. “A homely young harlot named Gert…”

A homely young harlot named Gert
Used to streetwalk until her corns hurt;
	But now she just stands
	Upside down on her hands
With her face covered up by her shirt.

1. Gathering of Atholl
2. The Banks o’ Glaizart
3. Fare Ye Weel, My Auld Wife
4. The Aisle of Tombs
5. Sir Richard Whittington’s Advancement

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