His Children

By Billy And Charlie

Lightly loving, full of mirth,
My children are happy here on earth.
Merry when rich and merry poor,
None can compare, you may be sure.
Pipe and tabor, harps and lutes,
They play organs, horns and flutes.
With singing, and with dancing too,
Embrace their lovers, kiss and woo.
They rejoice to hear fair music’s sound.
Their mouths are darling, faces round.
Beautiful bodies, parched by Lust’s heat,
My children find Love’s duties sweet.

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