Ye Olde Gold Digger

 
 
 
The burning river in flesh contained
Runs its wild course within me
Never by mere flesh constrained
A spirit soaring free
 
You guide my hand upon thy breast
Responding to my touch
My loins with lust unrest
I cravest thou so much
 
Yet thou withhold thy sacred grove
Where carnal pleasures lie
Until I declare undying love
And with parson sayest Aye
 
How cruel the fate thou hold me too
To plight my troth to thee
Before I’ve tasted the cup of you
That thou disbar from me
 
Behind my back thou weigh my purse
To estimate my gold
Fickle woman thou art but a curse
So young whilst I am old
 
So devious maid I bid farewell
Thy bargain I reject
For I’m as false as thou fair Belle
My wealth thou can’t expect