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So us she said (and who so sweet can sain)
Her little Leg would in her Fellow's twine.
Then dainty'd droppen Hand in Soflie Breast:
Ah dainty Hand! how Cubbin yearn'd to kiss't!
Soflin.
Oh soft I lull'd him, soft as I could lull;
And in my Bosom put his Head to loll!
Sweet glow'd the while, his pretty rosie Cheek;
Smooth lay elong his Limbs, so slim and slieke.
Fair fed I on the fairness of his Face;
O Paplet, didst but ween how pleasant 'twas!
Paplet.
I've heard 'tis dainty lye along with Ene
We love; say Soflie, be't so dainty then?
Soflin.
Dainty? Ay dainty more than heart may weet
Don't look at me, Pap, and I'll tell thee what.
I putten hand in's bosom now that be's,
So silkie soft! then gently gave't a kiss!
Her little Leg would in her Fellow's twine.
Then dainty'd droppen Hand in Soflie Breast:
Ah dainty Hand! how Cubbin yearn'd to kiss't!
Soflin.
Oh soft I lull'd him, soft as I could lull;
And in my Bosom put his Head to loll!
Sweet glow'd the while, his pretty rosie Cheek;
Smooth lay elong his Limbs, so slim and slieke.
Fair fed I on the fairness of his Face;
O Paplet, didst but ween how pleasant 'twas!
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I've heard 'tis dainty lye along with Ene
We love; say Soflie, be't so dainty then?
Soflin.
Dainty? Ay dainty more than heart may weet
Don't look at me, Pap, and I'll tell thee what.
I putten hand in's bosom now that be's,
So silkie soft! then gently gave't a kiss!
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