1
O blush not so! O blush not so!
  Or I shall think you knowing;
And if you smile, the blushing while,
  Then maidenheads are going.

2
There’s a blush for won’t, and a blush for shan’t,
  And a blush for having done it;
There’s a blush for thought, and a blush for nought,
  And a blush for just begun it.

3
O sigh not so! O sigh not so!
  For it sounds of Eve’s sweet pippin;
By those loosen’d hips, you have tasted the pips,
  And fought in an amorous nipping.

4
Will you play once more, at nice cut-core,
  For it only will last our youth out;
And we have the prime of the kissing time,
  We have not one sweet tooth out.

5
There’s a sigh for yes, and a sigh for no,
  And a sigh for I can’t bear it!
O what can be done? Shall we stay or run?
  O cut the sweet apple and share it!