You wanted me to bring you a bobbin.
The captain of the guard's in love with my wife
whose nakedness he sees and she sees.
You wanted me to bring you just one bobbin.
A thread would protect your sensible
refrain, and so you asked me,
it's in my line of work for you,
to help. I am not jealous
and you may undress yourself as everyone else
in public
and you may dress yourself in snobbery and criticism
and other airs
with me
in private
too.
