Felice Giardini - The Quaker's catch - текст песни (слова)

Tis strange, Sister Ruth, that the spirit within
 Should set you a-preaching and tempt me to sin.
 When you mutter and groan and cry, Ah! Oh! Ah! Oh!
 Sure, you feel some emotions in the regions below.
 For whene'er I breathe short, sigh and lift up my eyes,
 The spirit then moves me all the time 'twixt my thighs.