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Portsmouth City 
Portsmouth City 
As I was a-walking Portsmouth City, There I met a sorry strump; Up against the wall I shov'd her Then I saw that she was drunk, 
cho: With my twenty, eighteen, sixteen, fourteen, Twelve, ten, eight, six, four, two, none; Nineteen, seventeen, fifteen, thirteen, Eleven, nine, seven, five, three and one. 
Coming on I met another Unto her I told my case, She said, "You shall go no further." Up she took me to some place. 
In the morn when I awoke Oh! What a shocking scene of woes; There she was a-gone and left me Bundled off with all my clothes. 
From The Constant Lovers, Purslow Collected from George Moore. note: most likely a parody of other versions (Dublin City, Glasgow City etc.) FP
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