I lov’d her so, I could not leave
the charmer of my heart;
But wedded, and conceal’d the crime;
thus all was well again:
And now she thanks the happy time,
she rose and loot me in.
The CHAMBER-MAID.
NOT far from town a country ’squire,
an open hearted blade,
Had long conceiv’d a strong desire
to kiss his chamber-maid.
One summer’s eve, quite full of glee,
he took her to the shade,
And underneath a mulberry-tree,
he kiss’d his chamber-maid.
The parson’s wife from window high,
the am’rous pair survey’d,
And strongly wish’d, none can deny,
she’d been the chamber-maid.
The sport being o’er, poor Betsy cry’d,
dear Sir, I’m much afraid:
That woman there, will tell your spouse,
that you have kiss’d her maid.
A lucky thought the ’squire conceiv’d,
that she might not upbraid;
And instantly his spouse he brought
where he had kiss’d his maid.
There underneath the mulberry-tree,
her ladyship he laid:
And there most sweetly kiss’d was she,
just like her chamber-maid.
