Hear the ancient drum and horn
Singing and teasing their hens with corn
I can even behold thy smiles shining
Straying sweet stars upon my being
Oh love, display thy attractive nose
And thy irresistible face as a prose
And strike me with thy beauty and charm
Place these flowers from my farm
In thy plaited strands of hair
And open thy voluptuous lips with air.
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