To the French, to the Germans and Swedes,
Easy Harriet, you give up your charms;
Italians and Russians besides
Have all had their turns in your arms;

You despise not the Dutch, nor the Danes,
Mulattoes, or Negroes, or Finns;
In you they may all quench their flames.
Whatever the tint of their skins.

You reject the capless concerns,
Or the circumcised Turk or the Jew;
In short, every nation by turns.
Has had an erection in you;

Your fancy is truly uncommon,
The reason I wish I could find;
While by birth you're a true Englishwoman,
That no true English prick's to your mind.