Sweet Lisette saw in rampant plight,
Oh, how she scream’d! Oh, how she scream’d! Oh, how she scream’d!
She scream’d—then grasp’d the dear delight.
Now lustful Nature eager grew,
And longer could not wanton toy;
So rushing up the path of joy,
Quick from the fount Love’s liquor flew:
At morn, she cry’d, full three times three
The vivid stream I’ve felt from thee;
Oh, how I’m eas’d! Oh, how I’m pleas’d! Oh, how I’m charm’d!