An excerpt from John Pinesos’ A Hundred Years of Folk Poetry : The Maid and the Bayerleyn
[…]
“I am but a maid, milord Bayerleyn”
but Lord Bayerleyn didn’t hear a word of it, the prick
hard and long he looked on his men,
“tie her, men, to a tree, and do it on the quick”
Tralalalaladedeee
And so it came to be
Tralalalaladideeenn
And the girl was only fifteen
His tall Lordship now not so lordly, his greenhorns looking
on his green horn, the proud Bayerleyn pine
and to the maid says, “and a woman’s duty is
to siphon the man with the wide uses of her delights, and I’ll not hear you whine”
Tralalalaladedeee
And so it came to be
Tralalalaladideeenn
And the girl was only fifteen
And when it was all over and all ruddy faced she asked,
“will you make me a princess,” the girl’s face gleaming “if you can?”
the tall Lord Bayerleyn laughed and scoffed and all his greenhorns did too,
“your reward, maid, is the creamy essence of man”