Debauch’d by Henry Rig,
Who gave me a Jigg,
But not one Grigg:
Howe’er he ran his Rigg.
But if ever I touch a Man again,
Unless in Matrimonial Chain,
I’ll rather suffer craving Pain,
I think; ——
—— Or take it once again.
For t’has set me a longing.
Debauch’d by Henry Rig,
Who gave me a Jigg,
But not one Grigg:
Howe’er he ran his Rigg.
But if ever I touch a Man again,
Unless in Matrimonial Chain,
I’ll rather suffer craving Pain,
I think; ——
—— Or take it once again.
For t’has set me a longing.