Her Eldest Daughter
Methinks thou mayst receive mine words as false;
Her eldest daughter at a stew-house tups.
Come hither, pray - and see with thine own eyes
We lusty knaves surround that saucy wench
To make the two backed beast.
For Lisa’s Old English Scandal contest
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