The Prudish Minstrel
Take this coin and sing me a song
I just pray you don't make it to long
Make it last as long as the wine in my cup
Or last until that pretty lass will come up
Her smile's intent looks a bit more than kind
To not see her wiles you'd have to be blind.
Come now Minstrel, I am seeking no Bride
Just her willing flesh and her strong backside.