Sylvia The Fair - Ed McCurdy-歌词

Sylvia The Fair - Ed McCurdy

Sylvia the fair

In the age of sixteen

Felt an innocent warmth as she lay on the green

She had heard of a pleasure

And something she guessed

By the towsing and tumbling and touching her breast

She saw the men eager

But was at a loss

What they meant by their sighing and kissing so close

By their praying and whining

And clasping and twining

And panting and wishing

And sighing and kissing

And sighing and kissing so close

Ah she cried

Ah for a languishing maid

In a country of Christians to die without aid

Not a whig or a tory

Or trimmer at least

Or a Protestant parson or catholic priest

To instruct a young virgin that is at a loss

What they meant by their sighing and kissing so close

By their praying and whining

And clasping and twining

And panting and wishing

And sighing and kissing

And sighing and kissing so close

Cupid in shape of a swain did appear

He saw the sad wound

And in pity drew near

Then showed her his arrow

And bid her not fear

For the pain was no more than a maiden may bear

When the balm was infused

She was not at a loss

What they meant by their sighing and kissing so close

By their praying and whining

And clasping and twining

And panting and wishing

And sighing and kissing

And sighing and kissing so close