Jenny bright as the day and as buxom as May,
I happen'd to kiss when she angry did say,
What's the meaning of this? Why these freedoms I pray?
Dear Jenny, I need no apology use,
Your charms, for my crimes are sufficient excuse.
Sure lips sweet as those were for kissing decreed.
Cry'd she, very fine, very pretty, indeed.

Repeating this strain then again and again,
I kissed her and press'd her still more to obtain,
Till she sprung from my arms and flew over the plain.
Like Daphne, she strove my embrace to elude,
Like Phoebus I quicken'd my pace and pursued.
What follow'd, ye lovers, must never be said,
But 'twas all very fine, very pretty indeed.