Sweet Joan

Come listen a while and I'll sing you a song
Of three merry gentlemen riding along.
They met with Sweet Joan and to her did say,
I'm afraid this cold morning will do you some harm.

O no kind sir, the maiden said,
This cold morning will do me no harm.
There's one thing I crave lies betwixt your legs,
If you give me that, it will keep me warm.

He got off his horse - she mounted it quick.
Looking the gentleman hard in the face
Says, You knew not my meaning, you wrong understand me.
And away she went galloping down the green lane.