hit me, babe.
I'm nothing but a bell girl,
nothing but a plain spoken girl.
Hang me babe--
haul down on that hemp.
Swing me babe,
and I'll sing it, like truth down from the mountain top.
Ring me babe--
with a Claddagh or a Labrys;
or deny, and deal with my silence--
no more sugar on a Sunday morning, no more sweet talkin' tongue in the bell.
I'm adding these images, as several people have mentioned having to look up what I was writing about.