And taught her by the Flute;
Well done brave Roger quoth she,
Thou hast not left thy old Wont.
But ever she cry'd, &c.
He clap'd her upon the Buttock,
And forth she let a Fart;
My Belly quoth she is eased by thee,
And I thank thee Roger for't.
And taught her by the Flute;
Well done brave Roger quoth she,
Thou hast not left thy old Wont.
But ever she cry'd, &c.
He clap'd her upon the Buttock,
And forth she let a Fart;
My Belly quoth she is eased by thee,
And I thank thee Roger for't.