Coy Jenny: A Song

FOR God's-sake — nay, dear Sir,
Lord, what do You mean?
I protest, and I vow Sir,
Your ways are obscene.

Pray give over, O ! fie,
Pish, leave of your fooling.
Forbear, or I'll cry, —
I hate this rude doing.

Let me die if I stay.
Does the Devil possess You;
Your hand take away.
Then perhaps I may bless You.