"A thousand times no, lord!" she cried.
"A thousand times? Yes," he replied,
"That may well occur,
It's called droite seigneur,
It means I can have each man's bride.

"As lord of this country estate,
I've rights over every man's mate.
You think it not fair?
But why should I care?
I person'ly think it is great."

So shortly she made no affray,
To bed, and such games they did play,
She soon got a lust,
For the old upper crust.
"A thousand times?  Yes please, I pray."

 * * *


While lordship, the peasant girls plied,
His wife didn't linger inside,
The bold gipsy rover
Would get his leg over
And give her a jolly rough ride.

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