It’s of a bold astrologer in London town did dwell,

At telling maidens fortunes, there’s none could him excel.

There was a nice young serving girl, living there close by,

She came one day to the astrologer just to have a try.
I hear that you tell fortunes sir, would you tell me mine said she.

Of course my dear without a doubt, if you’ll walk upstairs with me.

To walk upstairs with you kind sir, I’m sure I am afraid.

She spoke it with such modesty, as though she were a maid.
To walk upstairs with me my dear you need not be afraid,

Knowing it was but the other day you with your master laid,

Then she starts to curse and swear, she would her master bring,

As witness for both him and hear that it was no such thing.

My pretty maid don’t swear and curse, you’ll make the deed the worse,
For the crown piece that he gave to you, you’ve got it in your purse.

Oh indeed you can tell fortunes sir, you’ve told me mine said she,

And out she pulled the crown piece, good morning sir said she.