Howoft,whenthou,my music,musicplay'st, Uponthatblessedwoodwhosemotionsounds Withthysweetfingers,whenthougentlysway'st
Thewiryconcordthatmineearconfounds, DoIenvythosejacksthatnimbleleap Tokissthetenderinwardofthyhand, Whilstmypoorlips,whichshouldthatharvestreap, Atthewood'sboldnessbytheeblushingstand! Tobeso tickled,theywouldchangetheirstate Andsituationwiththosedancingchips, O'erwhomthyfingerswalkwithgentlegait, Makingdeadwoodmoreblestthanlivinglips.
Sincesaucyjackssohappyareinthis, Givethemthyfingers,methylipstokiss.