Dream of a funeral, blest temptress behest me
A funeral thou'lt hark, swarth murderess the Devil
Thine feral grith with me, Poppæa, be Hell's hap
Waylaid the beldame bawd, the niggard: (laughing tragedy)

And the wench doth bawdness to blow
(And the wench doth bawdness to blow)
Stay my adamant
Suffer me to transfix
To transfix thee (and the wench)
To transfix thee (doth bawdness to blow)
Let me dawt thine twain
And, twine 'hem apart

Of marrow, do na mell; I am Morelle
The bosom'd Titivil; travail me; a fáin
Subdue me with thine lote, in oneness make haste yet
Displode me in a font, Poppæa, do what thou wilt

And the wench doth bawdness to blow
(And the wench doth bawdness to blow)
Stay my adamant
Suffer me to transfix
To transfix thee (and the wench)
To transfix thee (doth bawdness to blow)
Let me dawt thine twain
And, twine 'hem apart

Poppæa
Poppæa
Poppæa
Poppæa, O!

And the wench doth bawdness to blow
(And the wench doth bawdness to blow)
Stay my adamant
Suffer me to transfix
To transfix thee (and the wench)
To transfix thee (doth bawdness to blow)
Let me dawt thine twain
And, twine 'hem apart

And the wench doth bawdness to blow
(And the wench doth bawdness to blow)
Stay my adamant
Suffer me to transfix
To transfix thee (and the wench)
To transfix thee (doth bawdness to blow)
Let me dawt thine twain
And, twine 'hem apart