A goose there was in Glasgow town,
For beauty fam'd, a buxom lown,
Near which a sparrow had his hole,
A lech'rous bird, upon my soul.
He knew the goose was often tread
By ganders large, tho' she was wed,
And that her lust was of such sort,
She'd welcome ev'ry bird of sport.
This fierce cock-sparrow left his nest,
To tread the goose among the rest.
He hung his wings around her tail,
On which the goose did low her sail.
He bill'd about, ador'd her charms;
And then she gaggled forth her terms.
'Go rob thy nest, my little cock,
'And bring to me thy feather'd stock;
'Then in my egg-bed thou mayst stray,
'And drench in lust both night and day.
'Thy parts, unequal form'd for mine
'As a snuff-box to brewers nine;
'Or as a trout in a mill-dam
'I altogether in will cram;
'Then lustily I'll shake my tail
''Till all thy sparrow-spirits fail.'
The cock agreed, then rais'd his crest,
And fillip'd round the gander's nest,
He perch'd into her lusty hole,
To see him top the goose was droll.
Like weather cock above a church,
Or a small bell o'er a large porch;
Sure such a sight was never seen.
May God preserve our king and queen.
The MORAL.
The dwarf and giant, black and white,
34 Base whores admit for perquisite.