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The wooing of a noblewoman
How thine breast doth flutter
At tender words mine lips doth utter
A goodly noblewoman thou art
With love abound within thine heart
But whilst thine love be more than fine
Thine other parts be more divine
Scoundrel, vagrant and cur I be
Let mine wickedness take seed in thee
Let mine words woo thee true
Make thee blossom love anew
I be not some gallant lord
But yet still have a noble sword
It daren’t leave a lady waiting
Not when lust be need of sating
So let me lift thee noble’s skirt
Let me fill thee with a squirt
Thee lord husband need not know
Tis mine seed thine belly grows.
At tender words mine lips doth utter
A goodly noblewoman thou art
With love abound within thine heart
But whilst thine love be more than fine
Thine other parts be more divine
Scoundrel, vagrant and cur I be
Let mine wickedness take seed in thee
Let mine words woo thee true
Make thee blossom love anew
I be not some gallant lord
But yet still have a noble sword
It daren’t leave a lady waiting
Not when lust be need of sating
So let me lift thee noble’s skirt
Let me fill thee with a squirt
Thee lord husband need not know
Tis mine seed thine belly grows.
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