O blush not so! O blush not so! Or I shall think you knowing; And if you smile the blushing while, Then maidenheads are going.
Thereâs a blush for want, and a blush for shanât, And a blush for having done it; Thereâs a blush for thought, and a blush for nought, And a blush for just begun it.
O sigh not so! O sigh not so! For it sounds of Eveâs sweet pippin; By these loosenâd lips you have tasted the pips And fought in an amorous nipping.
Will you play once more at nice-cut-core, For it only will last our youth out, And we have the prime of the kissing time, We have not one sweet tooth out.
Thereâs a sigh for aye, and a sigh for nay, And a sigh for âI canât bear it!â O what can be done, shall we stay or run? O cut the sweet apple and share it!