| T. R. Smith, comp. Poetica Erotica: Rare and Curious Amatory Verse. 1921–22. | | | | “Says Dicky to Dolly, I Love Thee So Well” | | Anonymous |
| | (From The Virgin Sacrifice; (c. 1720); set by Mr. Turner) |
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SAYS Dicky to Dolly, I love thee so well, | |
| That I’ll teach thee more wit than to lead Apes in Hell, | |
| Then Honey, quoth he, | |
| If mine thou wilt be, | |
| No longer deny me, | 5 |
| But come and sit by me; | |
| My Lambs and my Kids, my Cattle and Kine, | |
| My Pigs and my Sow, and my all shall be thine. | |
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| What tho’ I can’t keep thee a Coach and a Chaise, | |
| Nor dress thee in Silk, but plain Russet and Frieze, | 10 |
| I’ll give thee the Joys, | |
| Of Sweet Girls and Boys; | |
| Let Knights, Lords and Ladies, | |
| Boast their half gotten Babies, | |
| Not puny young Squire, nor Miss in her Pride, | 15 |
| Can match the Stout Bantlings by a Country fire Side. | |
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| Tho’ waked with the Lark, I cant lie till Noon, | |
| By my Puggy’s dear Side like ye drones of the Town, | |
| Ne’er fear my sweet Joy, | |
| The Jolly brisk Boy, | 20 |
| When merrily Jogging, | |
| Home to the Brown Noggin, | |
| Thou from milking the cows, and I from the Plough, | |
| We’el laugh and we’el frolic, upon the Hay-Mow. | |
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| Thus heartily wooed, by her Dicky so stout, | 25 |
| The melting poor Thing, could no longer hold out, | |
| But tickled and pleased | |
| Her fancy so raised, | |
| She heaved, and She panted | |
| For Something She wanted; | 30 |
| Whilst to hear her dear Dick such a brisk Lad of Mettle, | |
| She Simpered and smil’d like a Furmity Kettle. | | | |
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