John, you're my husband's man
Anonymous
John, you're my husband's man, you know;
Why should you use your mistress so?
You make me breathless; here's good gear.
What if your master now were here?
But, good John, leave off and begone,
For yet... you're an honest man, John.
God's be! Dear, what do you go about?
What woman's able to hold out?
You put me to my shifts so fast
That long I fear I cannot last.
But now be quiet and begone,
For yet... you are an honest man, John.
Will you not leave? Alas, I faint.
This is enough to undo a saint.
Your master comes; for shame, away.
What shall I do? What should I say?
Aye me, my breath and all is gone.
And now... you're no honest man, John.