The young Madonna Lydia went out
To take a stroll
Upon the arm of Don Ambruglio
Her newly wedded lord
Their serving man was Pyrrhus
That day as chance befell
And though he was the husband's man
He longed to be her man as well
Sweetly said Madonna
With a twinkle in her eye
I see a tree hung low with fruit
And oh the highest one is ripe
The Don looked sagely upward
And nodded his assent
And so the servant stripped
To shirt and hose and up
The tree he went
Up into the pear tree was
Handsome Pyrrhus sent
There he thought of a clever plan
And this is how it went
And this is how it went
When the noble pair below
Were seated on the ground
From up above young Pyrrhus made
A show of looking shyly down
My lord I cannot blame you
But it seems to me unwise
To kiss your wife so boldly here
And right before a servant's eyes
Ambruglio was taken aback
My boy what's that you say
My wife and I are sitting here
And not entwined in Cupid's play
Said Pyrrhus soul of innocence
My eyes cannot agree
But here come up
And take my place my lord
Perhaps it is the tree
So up into the pear tree
The foolish husband went
While Pyrrhus thought
Of the prize below
And hastened his decent
And hastened his decent
There's nothing quite as pleasant
As a summer's warm embrace
And when the Don looked down
He saw the ardent lovers face to face
But to his cries the two below said simply
What's the fuss
Just as before a yard
Or more still separates the two of us
The Don cried It's a miracle
Let's cry it in the town
But with a smile Madonna said
I think that you should cut it down
What good's a tree which lays
A doubt on wives of good repute
But Pyrrhus here has earned
My gratitude for fetching me my fruit
So Pyrrhus felled the pear tree
As was his first intent
And once he'd finished his sweaty
Work his vigor was all but spent
His vigor was all but spent
The wondrous tree was lost
Ambruglio ne'er guessed the game
But still the tale went far
And wide and garnered him a certain fame
Lydia was happy with this
Pleasant stroke of luck
And always called upon her Pyrrhus
When she had some fruit to pluck
And up into her pear tree was handsome
Pyrrhus sent
For there he'd thought of a clever plan
And that was how it went
Oh there he'd thought of a clever plan
And that was how it went
