What an ass is he, waits for a woman's leisure
For a minute's pleasure and perhaps may be
Gulled at last and lose her
What an ass, what an ass is he

What need I should care for a favor
If another should have her?
Why should I despair? For gold and labor
I can have my share

If I chance to see one that's brown, I love her
Till I see another browner than she
For I am a lover of my own, of my own liberty

What need I should care for a favor
If another should have her?
Why should I despair? For gold and labor
I can have my share

My mistress is a shittlecock
Composed of cork and feather
Each battledore sеts on her dock
And bumps her on the lеather
But cast her off which way you will
And she will recoil to another still
What an ass is he, waits for a woman's leisure
For a minute's pleasure and perhaps may be
Gulled at last and lose her
What an ass, what an ass is he