Classic Poem

On yonder hill there stands a creature;
Who she is I do not know.
I'll go court her for her beauty,
She must answer yes or no.
O no, John! No, John! No, John! No!

On her bosom are bunches of posies,
On her breast where flowers grow;
If I should chance to touch that posy,
She must answer yes or no.
O no, John! No, John! No, John! No!

Madam I am come for to court you,
If your favor I can gain;
If you will but entertain me,
Perhaps then I might come again.
O no, John! No, John! No, John! No!

My husband was a Spanish captain,
Went to sea a month ago;
The very last time we kissed and parted,
Bid me always answer no.
O no, John! No, John! No, John! No!

Madam in your face is beauty,
In your bosom flowers grow;
In your bedroom there is pleasure,
Shall I view it, yes or no?
O no, John! No, John! No, John! No!

Madam shall I tie your garter,
Tie it a little above your knee;
If my hand should slip a little farther,
Would you think it amiss of me?
O no, John! No, John! No, John! No!

My love and I went to bed together,
There we lay till cocks did crow;
Unclose your arms my dearest jewel,
Unclose your arms and let me go.
O no, John! No, John! No, John! No!