Classic Poem

A certain Presbyterian Pair
Were wedded t'other day;
And when in Bed the Lambs were laid,
Their Pastor came to pray.

But first he bade each Guest depart,
Nor sacred Rites prophane;
For carnal Eyes such Mysteries
can never entertain.

Then with a puritannick Air,
Unto the Lord he pray'd,
That he would please to grant Encrease
To that same man and maid:

And that the Husbandman might dress
Full well the Vine his Wife;
And like a Vine she still might twine
About him all her Life.

Sack posset then he gave them both,
And said with lifted Eyes,
Blest of the Lord! with one Accord
Begin your Enterprize.

The Bridegroom then drew near his Spouse,
T'apply Prolifick Balm;
And while they strove in mutual Love,
The Parson sung a Psalm.