 | Every Man in his Own Way |  |
There's Mistress Drummond frequently will tell ye,
The Spirit swells her like to burst her Belly;
How shall she ease her Bosom of the Load?
How, but discharge and loose the lab'ring God?
Shall Ease, my Friend, be found for her alone?
Shall she have Remedy, and I have none?
The Spirit swells her like to burst her Belly;
How shall she ease her Bosom of the Load?
How, but discharge and loose the lab'ring God?
Shall Ease, my Friend, be found for her alone?
Shall she have Remedy, and I have none?
| Every Man in his Own Way | |