Come, have a drink with me –
Care can swallow love,
And tasks devour time
Enough of cups of tea!
Your eyes, ever more sublime,
Dancing bright above
A brown and friendly beer
Will soon meet mine, my dear
Intoxicatingly.
I’m glad I have been in your knickers
And I’m going again pretty soon
Things I would not tell to vicars...
My young love rests, hopefully sleeps
In the afternoon in Spring – she
Causes the cold bird to sing, she...