Upon a Bed of humble clay br In all her Garments loose br A Prostitute my Mother lay br To ev'ry Comer's use. br 'Till one Gallant in heat of love br His Own Peculiar made her br And to a Region far above br And softer Beds convey'd her. br But in his Absence, to his Place br His rougher Rival came br And with a cold constrain'd Embrace br Begat me on the Dame. br I then appear'd to Publick View br A Creature wondrous bright br But shortly perishable too br Inconstant, nice and light. br On Feathers not together fast br I wildly flew about br And from my Father's country past br To find my Mother out. br Where her Gallant of her beguil'd br With me enamour'd grew br And I that was my Mother's Child br Brought forth my Mother too.