Classic Poem

Hey noyney! I will love our Sir John and I love eny.

O Lord, so swet Sir John dothe kis,
At every time when he wolde pley!
Of himselfe so plesant he is —
I have no powre to say him nay.

Sir John loves me and I love him;
The more I love him, the more I maye.
He says, " Swet hart, cum kis me trim " —
I have no powre to say him nay.

Sir John to me is profering
For his plesure right well to pay,
And in my box he puttes his offring —
I have no powre to say him nay.

Sir John is taken in my mouse trappe;
Faine wold I have hem bothe night and day.
He gropeth nislye abought my lappe —
I have no powre to say him nay.

Sir John geveth me reluys ringes,
With praty plesure for to assay,
Furres of the finest with other thinges —
I have no powre to say him nay.