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A Less Rude Song is You'll find it all in Morrowind
Anonymous
It's an invention of bards
3 That Bretons and Redguards
Have more than some staid fun
They say And suffer deviant fornication.
The Iliac Bay For the most of madness, not the least,
Is the place to barrel around The wise debaucher heads out east.
Without a bit of apparel on,
As advertised in that carol song Where your once steely reserve is now merely
А tune that's sung as the west wind blows tinned,
About it lovely not wearing, any clothes, You'll find it all in Morrowind,
Ladies singing high notes, men singing lows,
Implying that the most luscious depravity In Morrowind,
And complete absence of serious gravity There is sin.
Can only be found in the waterous cavity But, pray, not confuse Dunmer variety
Of Iliac Bay. With that found in tepid Western society
Compared to which, it nearly is piety.
If you are the type who is more a sinner than It isn't terribly ingenious calling it prudery
a sinned, Observing, the Dark aversion to nudity.
You'll find it all in Morrowind. After all, the preferred sort of lewdity
In these parts is far more pernicious,
But the truth, my child, the Ashlanders to the wettest fishes
Is that nothing more wild You'll find pleasure and pain quite delicious
That an ordinary fashion In Morrowind.
Kind of slightly mad passion
Can be detected if at all If you find yourself with unkind kinship with
In Sentinel and Daggerfall. your kin
You'll find it all in Morrowind,
Whatever your odd needs: feathered, scaled, or
finned,