NANCY THE BED-MAKER

by: William Pattison

'WAS once upon a summer's day,

As on my downy bed I lay:

All over in tedious sweat,

To ease my limbs, and cool the heat;

When pretty Nancy gently came,

Nancy, the object of my flame!

So soft she looked, so sweet, so fair,

With such a winning, yielding air;

With such an easy comely pride,

She seemed a lovely, longing bride!

Obedient to her eyes' command,

I seized her warm consenting hand;

Upon the downy bed displayed,

The unmurmuring, panting, struggling maid.

There ravished, feasted on her charms,

Her heaving breast, her twining arms,

Her Ivory neck, her roguish eyes,

Her slender waist, her taper thighs,

With magic beauties these between

Too soft; too dazzling to be seen.

Melting, I clasped them close to mine,

And in a moment grew divine!

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