Classic Poem

I.

Think your tawny Moor is true,
Pretty Agnes!
If I wish for aught but you,
This it is, dear Agnes!
'Tis to hear your music tinking,
While the lusty wine I'm drinking—
Nothing more, dear Agnes!
Tink-a-tink the music goes,
While the guggling liquor flows
Guggle, guggle, glug-a-glug,
Glug-a-glug, dear Agnes!

II.

Should your spirits droop—oh, then,
Pretty Agnes!
I could raise them soon again,
Thus I'd do't, dear Agnes
Tawny Moor, when you were sinking,
Should refresh you, sweet, with—drinking,
Nothing more, dear Agnes!
Then tink-a-tink, &c. &c.

III.

When your lips were moist with wine,
Pretty Agnes!
Then could I too moisten mine,
That could I, dear Agnes!
And lest they dried with wind and weather,
Then we'd join our lips together—
Nothing more, dear Agnes!
Then tink-a-tink, &c. &c.