HERE lies sweet Isabell in bed, With a night-cap on her head; Her skin is soft, her face is fair, And she has very pretty hair; She and I in bed lie nice. And undisturbed by rats and mice; She is disgusted with Mr. Worgan, Though he plays upon the organ. Her nails are neat, her teeth are white, Her eyes are very, very bright; In a conspicuous town she lives, And to the poor her money gives; Here ends sweet Isabella's story, And may it be much to her glory. I love in Isa's bed to lie, Oh, such joy and luxury! The bottom of the bed I sleep, And with great care within I creep; Oft I embrace her feet of lillys, But she has gotten all the pillys. Her neck I never can embrace, But I do hug her feet in place. |