And if you rumple my head Gear,
I'll give you a good flurt on the Ear.
Come upon a Worky-day,
When I have my old Cloaths on;
I shall not be so nice nor Coy,
Nor stand so much upon:
Then hawl and pull, and do your best,
Yet I shall gentle be:
Kiss hand, and Mouth, and feel my Breast,
And tickle to my Knee: