Alas, dear maiden, doth ye sell yonder wares?
Oh yes, my prince, for what doth thy cares?
Will thou shower my body with kisses & lust?
And cleanse the remnants of my old pussy dust?
I will my queen, & that forsooth
For you see I have acquired a pussy loving tooth
Then Come hither young man, and straddle my groin,
Fill my nether regions with the juice of thy loin,
Yea but first, fill my pockets with thy hard earned coin,
My lady I wish to make good on my claim,
To scroll your name thustly, & brag of your fame,
But A poor farmer boy, I am covered with shame
Then flee from this place, whoremongers & tricks, Hence...
Return ye next moon, when you have 60 pence
Then wallow in my favor, my pillows my trench,
So you see I'm no lady, just a lowballrz wench
I shall return at the moon, when the salmon run free
Your door I'll be knocking, just watch & you'll see
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