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THE TWO PURITANS It was a puritanical lad His name it was Matthias And he would go to Amsterdam To speak with Ananias. He had not gone but half a mile When he met with a holy sister; He laid his Bible under her breech, And merrily he kissed her. "Alas! what would the wicked say," Quoth she, "If they had seen it!" "My buttocks lie too low; I wish Apocrypha were in it!" "Peace, sweetheart, for ere we part- I speak in pure devotion - By yea and nay I'll not away Till thou feel my spirit's motion. They huffed and puffed with many heaves 'Til that they both were tired. "Alas, " quoth she, "You'll spoil the leaves, My petticoat's all mired! If we professors should be know To all the congregation, Either at Leyden or Amsterdam It would disgrace our nation." "But since it is that part we must, Though I am much unwilling, Brother, let's have another thrust And take thee this fine shilling To bear thy charges when thou go'est As passage o'er the ocean." Then down she laid and, so tis said, She quenched his spirit's motion. Lyrics obtained from "An Uninhibited Treasury of Erotic Poetry". No melody, but it scans well to "Stingo" a 17th century English dance tune. WBO @English @bawdy filename[ TWOPURIT TUNE FILE: TWOPURIT CLICK TO PLAY WBO oct97 |
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