They both thought of the taverner’s daughter / as a lovely young lamb to the slaughter. / They were vulgar and rude / when she brought them their food, / and enraged when for drink she poured water. /// One leered, “Girl, come and see my Big Tip!” / While the other implored her to strip. / They slandered her service, / but what made her nervous / was the threat to return with a whip. /// Through it all she was coy and demure. / She knew well how to handle a boor. / She stayed silent and shy / and would not meet their eye, / for she’d sprinkled their stew with manure.