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Folk Song

X:1 T:My Mistress' Cunny C:Trad Z:Webmaster K: W:My mistress is a hive of bees in yonder flowery garden: W:To her they come with loaden thighs, to ease them of their burden. W:As under the bee-hive lieth the wax, and under the wax is honey, W:So under her waist her belly is placed - and under that, her cunny. W:. W:My mistress is a mine of gold - would that it were her pleasure W:To let me dig within her mould and roll among her treasure! W:As under the moss the mould doth lie, and under the mould is money, W:So under her waist her belly is placed - and under that, her cunny. W:. W:My mistress is a morn of May, which drops of dew down stilleth: W:Where'er she goes to sport and play, the dew down sweetly trilleth. W:As under the sun the mist doth lie, so under the mist it is sunny, W:So under her waist her belly is placed - and under that, her cunny. W:. W:My mistress is a pleasant spring, that yieldeth store of water sweet, W:That doth refresh each withered thing lies trodden under feet. W:Her belly is both white and soft, and downy as any bunny, W:That many gallants wish full oft to play but with her cunny. W:. W:My mistress hath the magic sprays - of late she takes such wondrous pain W:That she can pleasing spirits raise, and also lay them down again. W:Such power hath my tripping doe, my little pretty bunny, W:That many would their lives forego, to play but with her cunny. % % % % %

					
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