The Schoolmaster's Lesson
I WILL fly into your arms,
And smother you with kisses,
I will rifle all your charms,
And teach you am'rous blisses,
For it is my concern,
And a means that you should learn,
The pranks of other Misses.
Don't be coy when I invade,
And kindly yield the blessing,
For it is high time your maidenhead
Were in my possession,
Don't cry out and be a fool,
For if that you come to school
You must peruse your lesson.
Open then the books, my dear,
The leaves shall be separated,
All things that comprehensive are,
Shall soon be penetrated.
Lessons three she had that night,
Taking pleasure with delight,
She begged for more next morning.
Lovely master try again,
Don't so soon forsake me,
For to learn I am in pain
Till you a scholar make me.
Such pretty things you show
The more you teach the more I 'd know,
For now the fit does take me.
Never master pleased me more,
To such great perfection,
And of all the schools I'm sure,
Kind is your correction,
For whenever you give the same
Never a scholar can you blame,
Tis done with such affection.
Open then my leaves so fair,
And kindly to me show, Sir,
What knowledge is, how sweet, how rare,
And what I long to know, Sir,
Cupid tells me very plain,
That your learning is not vain,
But useful as his bow, Sir.
When he was departing then,
She said with kind expression,
When will you, pray Sir, come again.
And teach me t'other lesson?
He replied with great delight,
My dear, I'll come but ev'ry night,
And think it as a blessing.
Thus each night he does repair
To tell her of her duty,
While he's taken in the snare
Shot to the heart by Cupid,
When the school master is Love,
Then the scholars kinder prove
For Love is kin to Beauty.
[Anonymous]
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Vol. 1: Ed McCurdy
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