The Pearl/Volume 4/A MAIDEN'S WISH.

When wishes first enter a maiden's breast. She longs by her lover to be carest; She longs with her lover to do the trick, And in secret she longs for a taste of his prick! Her cunt it is itching from morning till night, The prick of her lover can yield her delight; She longs to be fucked, and for that does deplore, For what can a young maiden wish for more?

If fever or sickness her spirits doth shock, Why, we know what she wants, 'tis a stiff-standing cock! Give her a prick, it will soon make her well, Though perhaps in the long run, her belly may swell! She'd like very well to be laid on the grass. To have two ample bollox sent bang 'gainst her arse; She longs to be fucked, and for that does deplore, For what can a young maiden wish for more?

It's a pity any quim hungry should go, All maids wish them filled, as you very well know, And if the young men would be ready and free, They'd up with their clouts in a trice, d'ye see! She wants to be ask'd, but to ask is afraid, And fearful she is that she'll die an old maid; She wishes for prick, and for that does deplore, For what can a young maiden wish for more?