She'll put a belt on you--
You're out of line.
If not, a riding crop will do
The job as fine,
The job just as fine.

So she will brandish it
On your buttocks' mounds.
When she is through lashing.
She will bandage your ass.
Lad, with that lass you should settle down.

She'll put a belt on you,
Or cat o' nine
Tails--nine.

She'll lash you,
She'll lash you,
She'll lash you,
She'll lash you like a cow
That's not where
It's supposed to be,
Or a stubborn sow,

Or horsey.
She'll put a belt on you--
You're out of line.

[fade on sound of flogging]