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The Keyhole in the Door 
The Keyhole in the Door 
We left the parlor early I think it was scarce nine When by the chance of fortune Her room was next to mine Resolved like bold Columbus New regions for to explore I took a strange position By the keyhole in the door. 
In bending down in silence And resting on my knee Most patiently I waited To see what I could see She first took off her collar It rolled upon the floor And I watched her stoop to get it Through the keyhole in the door Sweet Jenny then proceeded In taking off her dress And most of her under garments Some fifty more or less But to speak the truth sincerely I think there was a score But I could not count exactly Through the keyhole in the door 
She then unloosed her tresses Her waving chestnut hair Which fell in streaming torrents All down her shoulders bare Then quickly she rebound them More firmly than before 
While I watched this witching process Through the keyhole in the door 
Then down upon the carpet She sat with graceful ease And raised her spotless linen Above her snowy knees Two dainty sky-blue garters On either leg she wore 
And they made a charming picture Through the keyhole in the door 
She then approached the fire Her dainty limbs to warm And nothing but her shimmey Concealed her lovely form Thinks I take off that shimmey I ask for nothing more Ye gods I saw her do it Through the keyhole in the door 
And then with nimble fingers she Donned her snow white gown And on her bed sweet Jenny Prepared to lie her down Thinks I a bed so ample Might hold at least one more, But I did not dare to say it Through the keyhole in the door. 
Then down upon the pillow She laid her lovely head. The light she then extinguished And darkness veiled the bed. No use in waiting longer I knew the show was o'er So my post I then abandoned By the keyhole in the door. 
So come ye men of science Why strain your eager eyes A-gazing at the planets That alumernates (sic) the skies? For there are greater wonders That you know of in your lore For a telescope is nothing To a keyhole in the door. 
Child #27 From Songs the Whalemen Sang, Huntington From the Journal of the Andrew Hicks, 1879