Tune of Highland Queen

I Gently touch'd her hand, she gave A look that did my soul enslave; I prest her rebel lips in vain, They rose up to be prest again: Thus happy, I no further meant, Than to be pleas'd and innocent.

On her soft breast my hand I laid, And quick a light impression made; They with a kindly warmth did glow, And swell'd and seem'd to overflow: Yet trust me, I no further meant. Than to be pleas'd and innocent.

On her eyes my eyes did prey, O'er her smooth limbs my hand did stray. Each sense was ravish'd with delight, And my soul stood prepar'd for flight Blame me not, at last I meant, More to be pleas'd than innocent.