A Little Over One With T'Other A youth of late, who lack'd a mate Did courting come unto her, With cap and kiss and "Sweet mistress" But little could he do her. Said she, "My friend, let kissing end Wherewith you do me smother. And run at ring with t'other thing A little over one with t'other. Too much of aught is good for naught So leave this idle kissing; Your barren suit will yield no fruit if t'other thing be missing. As much as this, a man may kiss His sister or his mother, So run at ring with t'other thing A little over one with t'other. Who bids a friend unto a feast To dine on divers dishes-- They please his mind, until he finds Change, please, each creature wishes. Of beak and bill I've had my fill With measure flowing over, He who would speed must give, with need, A little over one with t'other. Sharp mixed with flat, no mirth in that, A low note, then a higher When mean and base keep time and place Such music maids desire. All on one string dotyh loathing bring Change is true music's mother So leave my face and sound the bass! A little over one with t'other. And while he played, the young man strayed First high, then low defending Each stroke he struck so well she took She swore that 'twas past mending. Let swaggering boys, who think by toys Their lovers to win over Lip's labor save, for the maids must have A little over one with t'other. Recorded by Ed McCurdy, When Dalliance Was in Flower note: McCurdy credits Pills to Purge Melancholy for this one; it's been substantially changed, though. Anyone know by whom? See OVERONE2. RG RG
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