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Tavern Music to Study to: "The Priest and the Wanton of Southwark"

Another AI Tavern track to help you study! DoctorAL Presents: "The Priest and the Wanton of Southwark" As with all my projects, AI was utilized. Grok constructed the lyrics, ChatGPT created the image, and SUNO V5 produced the music. Lyrics: [Verse 1] Come listen ye boys to a sorrowful ditty, Of a priest who fell foul of a Southwark pretty, In velvet and lace she did ply her sweet trade, And Father John Longshanks most grievously strayed. [Chorus] Hey derry down, derry down, derry down-o! With a hey nonny nonny and a bottle of brown-o! [Verse 2] She winked by the candle, she beckoned him near, Said “Holy good sir, come and drown all thy fear, Thy rosary’s heavy, thy conscience is light, Let’s tumble a while in the warmth of the night.” [Verse 3] He muttered a prayer, crossed himself in a hurry, Yet followed that wanton (his manhood did worry), Up creaking old stairs to a bedchamber dim, Where she taught holy Father the ways of the sin. [Chorus] Hey derry down, derry down, derry down-o! With a hey nonny nonny and a bottle of brown-o! [Verse 4] She kissed him, she clasped him, she rode like a queen, Till the priest cried “Jesu!” in places unclean; The bed-boards did rattle, the curtains did sway, And matins was sung in a most worldly way. [Verse 5] When morning came creeping with light cold and grey, Father John rose up in a terrible way: He scrubbed at his skin till his flesh was near raw, And swore by the saints he’d been dreaming it all. [Verse 6] He preached against lechery louder than ever, Called harlots the devil’s own instruments clever; Yet lipstick was spotted upon his white collar, And a faint smell of rose-water followed him after. [Chorus] Hey derry down, derry down, derry down-o! With a hey nonny nonny and a bottle of brown-o! [Verse 7] The beadle came knocking, the bishop looked stern, They found in his chamber what never should burn: A garter of scarlet, a ribbon of silk, And under the mattress a coin stained with milk. [Verse 8] “Out, thou false shepherd!” the bishop did cry, “Thou hast wallowed with whores while thy flock passes by! Thy frock shall be taken, thy tonsure grown wild, Begone to the stews with thy wanton defiled!” [Bridge] Now Father John wanders from tavern to inn, No longer a priest, only mortal in sin; He lifts up his tankard and sings with a grin: “I tasted the apple and damnation within— But sweeter the fruit than all heaven has been!” [Final Chorus – roared loud] Hey derry down, derry down, derry down-o! With a hey nonny nonny and a bottle of brown-o!