As Buxom Susan milk'd the brindl'd Cow,
Young Ralph return'd from holding of the Plow:
Behind he catch'd her, and cry'd out, O Sue!
I love thee dearly!--by this Buss I do!
Then kiss'd her out of Breath: With wanton Joy
She clasp'd him round, and hugg'd the lusty Boy.
Her Cheeks with Pleasure glow, her Bubbies swell,
Why, Ralph! says she--
I did not think you lov'd me half so well!