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

Young Strephon and Phyllis

Anonymous
 
(From Pills to Purge Melancholy, c. 1720, vi. 220)

        YOUNG Strephon and Phyllis,
          They sat on a Hill;
        But the Shepherd was wanton,
          And would not sit still:
        His Head on her Bosom,        5
          And Arms round her Waist;
        He Hugged her, and kissed her,
          And clasped her so fast:
          ’Till playing and jumbling,
          At last they fell tumbling;        10
        And down they got ’em,
But oh! they fell soft on the Grass at the Bottom.
 
        As the Shepherdess tumbled,
          The rude Wind got in,
        And blew up her Clothes,        15
          And her Smock to her Chin:
        The Shepherd he saw
          The bright Venus, he swore,
        For he knew her own Dove,
          By the Feathers she wore:        20
          ’Till furious Love sallying,
          At last he fell dallying,
        And down, down he got him,
But oh! oh! how sweet, and how soft at the Bottom.
 
        The Shepherdess blushing,        25
          To think what she’d done;
        Away from the Shepherd,
          She fain would have run;
        Which Strephon perceiving,
          The wand’rer did seize;        30
        And cried do be angry,
          Fair Nymph if you please:
          ’Tis too late to be cruel,
          Thy Frowns my dear Jewel,
        Now no more Stings have got ’em,        35
For oh! Thou’rt all kind, and all soft at the Bottom.