(A Note of Disclaimer: This song is a work of fiction. Any resemblances of the characters herein to persons living or dead are purely coincidental.)
Because I have many children, ye'll not play at love with me (X2)
Say, good sir, my skill at lovemaking is how they came to be.
The older can watch the younger ones, falala so merrily,
The older can watch the younger ones, while ye come play with me.
Ye ask am I not desperate, will only ye have me? (X2)
Ye tell me that I should thank ye sir, since no other man ye see.
But my lover watcheth the children, falala so merrily,
But my lover watcheth the children, while ye come play with me.
Ye ask if my lover suffereth from any jealousy (X2)
Because of all the pleasure ye gain from my company.
But shall ye not watch all the children, falala so merrily,
But shall ye not watch all the children,
While he playeth with me?
Ye ask what shall your lady do, who burneth with envy? (X2)
For why should she watch all the children while we disport us three?
But I shall watch all the children, falala so merrily,
But I shall watch all the children,
While she's with the two of ye.
Rosamunde del Shore A.S. XXXV
