A Taste for Foreigners

To the French, to the Germans and Swedes, Easy Harriet, you give up your charms; Italians and Russians besides Have all had their turns in your arms;

You despise not the Dutch, nor the Danes, Mulattoes, or Negroes, or Finns; In you they may all quench their flames. Whatever the tint of their skins.

You reject the capless concerns, Or the circumcised Turk or the Jew; In short, every nation by turns. Has had an erection in you;

Your fancy is truly uncommon, The reason I wish I could find; While by birth you're a true Englishwoman, That no true English prick's to your mind.