In a letter to Anne Boleyn, Henry VIII referred to her breasts as her “pretty Duckys [which] I trust shortly to kysse”. I don’t know if that was his private nickname or - like so much else - a double entendre of the period; and I haven’t researched it even as far as a google click, so that’s just a guess. Fits in with the lute songs, though.

Mick, thanks for reminding me of Philip the sparrow - that’s such fun to sing. Except I invariably get the “yit yit yit yit” stuck in my head. The early bird catches the earworm?