| T. R. Smith, comp. Poetica Erotica: Rare and Curious Amatory Verse. 1921–22. | | | | The Amorous Girl | | Anonymous |
| | (From Westminster Drolleries, 1671–2) |
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THERE’S none so pretty, | |
| As my sweet Betty, | |
| She bears away the Bell; | |
| For sweetness and neatness, | |
| And all completeness, | 5 |
| All other Girls doth excel. | |
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| When ever we meet, | |
| She’ll lovingly greet | |
| Me still with a how dee’ do; | |
| Well I thank you, quoth I, | 10 |
| Then she will reply, | |
| So am I, Sir, the better for you. | |
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| I asked her how, | |
| She told me, not now, | |
| For walls had ears and eyes; | 15 |
| Nay she bid me take heed, | |
| What ever I did, | |
| For ’tis good to be merry and wise. | |
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| Then I took her by the hand, | |
| Which she did not understand, | 20 |
| And I gave her a smirking kiss; | |
| She gave me another | |
| Just like the t’other; | |
| Quoth I, what a comfort is this? | |
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| This put me in heart | 25 |
| To play o’er my part | |
| That I had intended before; | |
| But she bid me to hold, | |
| And not be too bold, | |
| Until she had fastened the door. | 30 |
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| Then she went to the Hatch, | |
| To see that the Latch | |
| And crannies were all cocksure, | |
| And when she had done, | |
| She bid me come on, | 35 |
| For now we were both secure. | |
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| And what we did there, | |
| I dare not declare, | |
| But think that silence is best; | |
| And if you will know, | 40 |
| Why I kissed her, or so, | |
| But I’ll leave you to guess at the rest. | | | |
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