My mistress’ eye is like a currant bun
Though she has problems,she is utterly divine
Her bosom is quite bold out in the sun.
I hope that she will lend me hers as if it ‘s mine?
My mistress eye looks fine as it is glass
She lost her marbles playing with a fox
She’s good at letting errors whistle past
And mending fuses in that little box.
My mistress ,I am fixed upon her breast.
I see her skin is warm and she does sweat.
I too have lusted and I have confessed
But still she gambles and she places bets.
In truth I am as fickle as a weed
but each must act according to his need.