Last night a dream came into my head
Thou wert a fine white loaf of bread.
Then if may butter I cou'd be
How I wou'd spread
Oh! How I wou'd spread my self on thee.
This morning too my thoughts ran hard
That you were made a cool tankard
Then cou'd I but a lemon be
How I wou'd squeeze
Oh! how I wou'd squeeze my juice in thee.
Lately, when fancy too did roam,
Thou wert my dear, a honeycomb;
And had I been a pretty bee
How I would suck
Oh! How I would creep, creep into thee.
A vision, too, I had of old
That thou a mortar wert of gold
Then cou'd I but the pestle be
How I wou'd pound
Oh! How I wou'd pound my spice in thee.
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Once too my dream did humour take
Thou wert a bowl of Hefford's Rack
Z___ cou'd I then the ladle be
How wou'd I pour
O! how wou'd I pour out joys from thee.
Another time by charm divine
I dreamt thou wert an orchard fine
Then cou'd I but thy farmer be
How I wou'd plant
Oh! how I wou'd plant my fruit in thee.
Soon after whims came in my pate
Thou wert a pot of chocolate
And could I but the rowler be
How wou'd I rub
Oh! how wou'd I twirl and froth up thee.
But since all dreams are vain my dear
Let now some solid joy appear
My soul still thine is prov'd to be
Let body now
Oh! let body now with soul agree.
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