A Song
A Story strange I will you tell,
But not so strange as true,
Of a woman that danc’d upon the ropes,
And so did her husband too.
With a dildo, dildo, dildo,
With a dildo, dildo, dee,
Some say ’twas a man, but it was a woman
As plain report may see.
She first climb’d up the Ladder
For to deceive men’s hopes,
And with a long thing in her hand
She tickled it on the ropes.
With a dildo, dildo, dildo,
With a dildo, dildo, dee,
And to her came Knights and Gentlemen
Of low and high degree.
She jerk’d them backward and foreward
With a long thing in her hand,
And all the people that were in the yard,
She made them for to stand.
With a dildo, &c.
They cast up fleering eyes
All under-neath her cloaths,
But they could see no thing,
For she wore linnen hose.
With a dildo, &c.
The Cuckold her husband caper’d
When his head in the sack was in,
But grant that we may never fall
When we dance in the sack of sin.
With a dildo, &c.
And as they ever danc’t
In faire or rainy weather,
I wish they may be hang’d i’ th’ rope of Love,
And so be cut down together.
With a dildo, &c.