A pretty duck there was that said
To whom shall I make moan?
I have been long a pretty maid
And yet I lie alone
Alone I lie in deep despair
Which kills my lovely heart
For none will my sweet joys repair
Or play a lover’s part
A tickling part that maidens love
But I can never get
Yet long have sought, and still do crave
At rest my heart to set
A pretty duck was written by John Bartlet.