Tune, The Merry Dance.
The marriage morn I can’t forget,
My senses teem’d with new delight;
Time, cry’d I, haste the coming night,
And Hymen, give me sweet Lisette:
I whisper’d softly in her ear,
And said, the GOD of NIGHT draws near.
Oh, how she look’d! Oh, how she smil’d! Oh, how she sigh’d!
She sigh’d—then spent a joyful tear.
Now nuptial Night her curtain drew,
And Cupid’s mandate was, “Commence
“With ardour, break the virgin fence;”
Then to the bed sweet Lisette flew—
’Twas heav’n to view her when she lay,
And hear her cry, Come to me, pray;
Oh, how I feel! Oh, how I pant! Oh, I shall die!—
Shall die before the break of day!
Soon Manhood rose with furious gust;
And Mars, when he lewd Venus view’d,
Ne’er felt his pow’r so closely screw’d
Up to the standing post of Lust:
But when the stranger to her sight
Sweet Lisette saw in rampant plight,
Oh, how she scream’d! Oh, how she scream’d! Oh, how she scream’d!
She scream’d—then grasp’d the dear delight.
Now lustful Nature eager grew,
And longer could not wanton toy;
So rushing up the path of joy,
Quick from the fount Love’s liquor flew:
At morn, she cry’d, full three times three
The vivid stream I’ve felt from thee;
Oh, how I’m eas’d! Oh, how I’m pleas’d! Oh, how I’m charm’d!
I’m charm’d with rapt’rous three times three!