If you love close kin, go where they don’t mind
When you get dosed in closeness of this kind
You needn’t worry about jails or fines
For a good time, guy, cross the Line

Down there it is an easy thing to do
Don’t worry, no one will come after you
Grab sister Lou or your first cousin Sue
One at a time, south of the Line

Might strike a spark with Ma, who will not fight
When you are garnished with her charms at night
There’s no penalties for this type of rite
It’s all just fine south of the Line

With sis and ma lying there at your side
First one then the other you get astride
This ain’t the modern world, which don’t abide
Swives of the kind south of the Line

But if you want swives of another kind
Though in this case your por’amour might mind
You might need sis to hold the squealing swine
To go porcine south of the Line