Page:National Ballad and Song (1897), vol. 5.djvu/125

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THE WILLING MISTRESS
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’Twas Easy to prevaile.
He did but Kiss and Clasp me round,
Whilst those his thoughts Exprest:
And lay’d me gently on the Ground;
Ah who can guess the rest?