A Lady So Frolic and Gay

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I'll sing you a song of a maiden that's pretty,
A lady so frolic and gay;
It tickles my fancy to turn her sweet ditty
For love was all her play.

She's witty and pretty and tunes like a fiddle,
A lady so frolic and gay;
She begins at both ends and she ends in the middle,
For love was all her play.

She hugs and she kisses without a word speaking,
A lady so frolic and gay;
She falls on her back without flinching and squeaking,
For love was all her play.

She's laden with graces of virtue and humor,
A lady so frolic and gay;
'Twixt a fair pair of sheets with warm love upon her,
For love was all her play.

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