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T. R. Smith, comp. Poetica Erotica: Rare and Curious Amatory Verse. 1921–22.

Walking in a Meadow Green

Percy’s Folio Manuscript
 
(Anonymous, c. 1620–50)

WALKING in a meadowe greene,
  fayre flowers for to gather,
where p[r]imrose rankes did stand on bankes
  to welcome comers thither,
I heard a voice which made a Noise,        5
  which caused me to attend it,
I heard a lassie say to a Ladd,
  “Once more, & none can mend it.”
 
They lay soe close together,
  they made me much to wonder;        10
I knew not which was wether,
  untill I saw her under.
then off her came, & blusht for shame
  soe soone that he had endit;
yet still she lyes, & to him cryes,        15
  “Once More, & none can mend it.”
 
His lookes were dull & very sad,
  his courage she had tamed;
she bade him play the lusty lad
  or else he quite was shamed;        20
“then stifly thrust, he hit me just,
  fear not, but freely spend it,
& play about at in & out;
  once more, & none can mend it.”
 
And then he thought to venter her,        25
  thinking the fit was on him;
but when he came to enter her,
  the point turned back upon him.
Yet she said, “stay! go not away
  although the point be bended!        30
but toot again, & hit the vaine!
  once more, & none can Mend it.”
 
Then in her Armes she did him fold,
  & oftentimes she kist him,
yet still his courage was but cold        35
  for all the good she wisht him;
yet with her hand she made it stand
  so stiff she could not bend it,
& then anon she cries “come on
  once more, & none can mend it!”        40
 
“Adieu, adieu, sweet heart,” quoth he,
  “for in faith I must be gone.”
“nay, then you do me wrong,” quoth she,
  “to leave me thus alone.”
Away he went when all was spent,        45
  whereat she was offended;
Like a Trojan true she made a vow
  she would have one should mend it.