I was fond of nasty tricks and women,
And at changing them I didn’t draw the line.
There were stories about my demeanor
And the numerous love-affairs of mine.

Way down south near the sea - I mean it -
I was walking once along the road,
And I encountered one of those women
That in my life I came upon a lot.

She was kind, a very generous creature,
And as open-hearted as could be,
She was nicely shaped, and had fine features,
While I didn’t have a coin about me.

What she wanted were little presents,
Such as brandy, golden rings, perfume.
In return she’d grant the little pleasure
Of her dubious service, I presume.

"If it comes to that, I’ll give you, honey,
The most precious thing I have", she said.
"I agree, - I said, - to pay ye a hundred,
Otherwise, I’ll pool it with my friend."

Women are like very angry horses,
Bit between their teeth, they’ll wheeze and chafe...
I might’ve got her wrong, she was ferocious,
Made her farewell and left.

Later on the passions had calmed down.
She turned up, her anger shaken off.
My impression was that now she found
The price I’d offered suitable enough.