Says she then I hope you will pay e'er I go?
Now a Louse, &c.
Says Prick-Louse my Jewel, I love you most dearly,
My Breast every Minute still hotter does grow,
I'll only says she for the Juice of my Barly,
And other good Drink in my Cellar below:
Now a Louse made him Itch,
Here a Scratch, there a Stitch,
And sing Cucumber, Cucumber ho.
Says he you mistake, 'tis for something that's better,