Knew that her fair maid's
Eagerly caught an ogle and kiss
Whining and sighs are all but in vain
Though she cry fie, so pray you be gone
sir, she'll sooner die, sir
Than you shall leave her wishing alone
Lasses are soon overcome this way.
Ribbons and rings will work most strange feats,
And bring you in to fa vour and play.
So anything when you have her
Walk with her out into the fields
Merrily give her a grass green gown
Tickle her fancy until she yields
Though she cry, fight her, pray you be gone
sir, she'll not deny, sir,
Kiss her and play with her
Tell her a thousand wanton new tales,
Such pretty sport no maiden rejects,
For she knows well what her lover ails.
Fie, sir, pray you be gone.
sir, she'll not deny, sir,
Anything now, you have her alone.
Tickle her knees and something
Kissing and feeling go hand in hand.
Though she cry, fie, sir, pray you be gone.
sir, she'll not deny, sir,
Anything, now you have her alone.