I know the scars on your legs I’ve seen them in my head Like a map up to you when I’m climbing into bed And I don’t think that it’s fair that he would lie with you there And use my directions to get right there next to you
. . . for ye shal nat tarie,
Though in this toun is noon apothecarie,
I shal myself to herbes techen yow,
That shul been for youre hele and for youre prow.
. . . since you shouldn't tarry,
And in this town there's no apothecary,
I will myself go find some herbs for you
That will be good for health and pecker too.