d**h's the lover that I'd be taking
Wild and fickle and fierce is he
Small's his care if my heart be breaking
Gay young d**h would have none of me
Hear them clack of my haste to greet him!
No one other my mouth had kissed
I had dressed me in silk to meet him
False young d**h would not hold the tryst
Slow's the blood that was quick and stormy
Smooth and cold is the bridal bed
I must wait till he whistles for me
Proud young d**h would not turn his head
I must wait till my breast is wilted
I must wait till my back is bowed
I must rock in the corner, jilted
d**h went galloping down the road
Gone's my heart with a trifling rover
Fine he was in the game he played
Kissed, and promised, and threw me over
And rode away with a prettier maid