The Millers Daughter(2/2)
In sorrow andrest:
And I should know if it beat right,
Id csp it round so close and tight.
And I would be the neckce,
And all day long to fall and rise
Upon her baly boso,
With her ughter or her sighs,
And I would lie so light, so light,
I scarce should be uncspd at night.