By the fierce flames of Love I'm in a sad taking,
I'm singed like a pig that is hung up for bacon,
My stomach is scorched like an over-done mutton-chop,
That for want of gravy wont afford a single drop.
Love, love, love is like a dizziness,
Wont let a poor man go about his business.

My great toes and little toes are burnt to a cinder,
As a hot burning-glass burns a dish-cloth to tinder,
As cheese by a hot salamander is roasted,
By beauty that's red-hot, like a cheese am I toasted.
Love, love, love is like a dizziness,
Wont let a poor man go about his business.

Attend all young lovers, who after ladies dandle,
I'm singed like a duck's foot over a candle,
By this that and t'other, I'm treated uncivil,
Like a gizzard I'm peppered, and then made a devil.
Love, love, love is like a dizziness,
Wont let a poor man go about his business.