“MISTRESS GABRIELLA”

My Mistress has flashing eyes,

My Mistress has silken thighs.

Italian blood is in her veins;

When she’s angry my courage wanes.

Her Irish fire makes me warm

And I love her shapely form.

Heaven’s happiness is not as much

As when she lets me her hand to touch.

To her shoulders her tresses flow;

I worship her more than she can know.

By nature she’s commanding,

But shows she kindness without demanding.

In stature she’s imperious;

My love for her is not mysterious

No-one else could understand