I saw a wench on a Christmas eve
Sending hours weaving garlands of days,
Awaiting her lover with nectar in a sieve,
I inquired her what-abouts in many ways.

Whom do you await with looks all fair,
Tints of beauty decked on cheeks bright,
O, incarnation of Eve with dishevelled hair,
And deeply sigh, as thunders at night?”

I met last April at a country fair
A beau from a city clad in blue jeans
With sinewy bands and black hair,
His cupid eyes stole my all means”.

A storage of beauty adorned on my cheeks
The musk of the sweat of vale of my chest.
The warmth of my thighs which never leaks,
Poured them to him as liked the best”.

The fair was over, we exchanged each favour
Escaped he from me sneaking into high fashions
,
Who churned my thighs and lust did savour,
For him I await pregnant with passions”