T. R. Smith, comp. Poetica Erotica: Rare and Curious Amatory Verse. 1921–22.
“As I Was Walking, I Heard a Maid Talking”
By Richard Estcourt (1668–1712)(A Broadside Song with music, c. 1720) AS I was walking, I heard a Maid talking, | |
| Oh I could, how I could, oh I could, now I could, | |
| As I was walking, I heard a Maid talking, | |
| Oh I could do it with Pleasure: | |
| Tall was her shape, she tripped like a Fairy, | 5 |
| Up and down, ripe and Brown, | |
| Sprightly and Airy: | |
| Advancing I called her my life and my Treasure, | |
| Pray Sir forbear, I don’t know what you mean. | |
| Pretty lass I am afraid | 10 |
| That thou wilt die a Maid. | |
| Oh that’s a sad Case, said She, | |
| Pray Sir how can that be | |
| Now you and I are together? | |
| Prithee, come into the Grove, | 15 |
| The prettiest place for Love, | |
| There we’ll Act between us Adonis and Venus, | |
| No, no, Sir, not so hasty Neither. | |
| Clasping her waist, I kissed her in haste, | |
| I hugged her, I tugged her, I lugged her, I mou’d her, | 20 |
| I made her Cheeks glow, and I Nuzzled her Breast, | |
| I was for taking the Fort of Monjoy. | |
| Leaning upon my Arms sighing and panting, | |
| Oh my dear, nay my dear, fie my dear, pray my dear, | |
| Nature did never disclose such pleasure. | 25 |
| She looked like the Queen of Love, I like her Boy, | |
| In this dear Confusion Blest, the pretty Rouge fell down, | |
| Guess if you can the Sight, | |
| ’Twas such a dear delight, | |
| I Blest the time that I met her, | 30 |
| Watching like an Engineer, what Breach was in the town, | |
| Rusled upon her, | |
| And once or twice won her, | |
| And both of us parted much better. | |