My mistress’ eye is like a currant bun
Though she has problems,she gets drunkon wine
Her bosom bared is bold out in the sun.
I hope that what his hers is also mine
My mistress eye does glow as it’s now 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 dear I gaze upon that breast.
I see her skin is warm for she does sweat.
Yes I have lusted and I have confessed
But now I feel my heart in concrete’s set.
In truth,I am as fickle as a fly
I tell the truth just as I tell a lie.