There was a Rajah of Astrakan, Yo-ho, Yo-ho,
A most licentious cunt of a man, Yo-ho, Yo-ho,
Of wives he had one hundred and nine,
Including his favourite concubine,
Yo-ho, yer buggers, Yo-ho, yer buggers, Yo-ho, Yo-ho, Yo-ho.

One day when he had a hell of a stand, Yo-ho, Yo-ho,
He called to a warrior, one of his band, Yo-ho, Yo-ho,
"Go down to my harem, you lazy swine,
And fetch my favourite concubine,"
Yo-ho, yer buggers, Yo-ho, yer buggers, Yo-ho, Yo-ho, Yo-ho.

The warrior fetched the concubine, Yo-ho, Yo-ho,
A figure like Venus, a face divine, Yo-ho, Yo-ho,
The Rajah gave a significant grunt,
And parked his prick right up her cunt,
Yo-ho, yer buggers, Yo-ho, yer buggers, Yo-ho, Yo-ho, Yo-ho.



The Rajah bellowed loud and long, Yo-ho, Yo-ho,
The maiden's cries were short and strong, Yo-ho, Yo-ho,
But just when the ride had come to a head,
They both fell through the fucking bed,
Yo-ho, yer buggers, Yo-ho, yer buggers, Yo-ho, Yo-ho, Yo-ho.

They hit the floor with a hell of a crack, Yo-ho, Yo-ho,
Which completely ruined the poor girl's twat, Yo-ho, Yo-ho,
And as for the Rajah's magnificent cock,
It split down the middle because of the shock,
Yo-ho, yer buggers, Yo-ho, yer buggers, Yo-ho, Yo-ho, Yo-ho.

There is a moral to this tale, Yo-ho, Yo-ho,
There is a moral to this tale, Yo-ho, Yo-ho,
If you would try a girl at all,
Stick her right up against the wall,
Yo-ho, yer buggers, Yo-ho, yer buggers, Yo-ho, Yo-ho, Yo-ho.