WHile some for pleasure pawn their health,
‘Twixt Lais and the Bagnio,
I’ll save myself, and without stealth,
Kiss and caress my Nanny-O.
She bids more fair t’engage a Jove
Than Leda did for Danae-O:
Were I to paint the Queen of Love,
None else should sit but Nanny-O.
How joyfully my spirits rise,
When dancing she moves finely-O,
I guess what heaven is by her eyes,
Which sparkle so divinely – O.
Attend my vow, ye Gods, while I
Breath in the blest Britannia,
None’s happiness I shall envy,
As long’s ye grant me Nanny-O.
My bony, bony Nanny-O.
My lovely charming Nanny-O,
I care not tho’ the world know
How dearly I love Nanny-O.