The Insolvent Debtor

Home walked she from the mill Her sack was down and she Could not lift it again. "May I help?" "What?" "For pay!" And in the narrow lane Good girls shouldn't wave away Such offers and say "nay". That she agreed was plain. With her sack on my back I start, but half-way, feeling slack, I want my pay - three kisses. She stops - just like her, see? Obstructs the way and thinks And tells no end of things, Too much, she can't agree: Out of the question - three! On two she does agree, So, she pays half the fee; The rest is due tonight (Our meeting she can't miss), Though she'll forget I judge! So here I am, poor drudge, To bear her sack and trudge - All this for just one kiss!