The Virgin unmasked

It is I believe, Next Hollantide eve, A twelvemonth since first I began To hold up my head, In love to be read, And to construe the looks of a man, And to construe the looks of a man. Young Damon I saw, He kiss'd me, Oh la! I vow through my bosom it ran; My lips he so press'd, 'Tis true I protest, I thought him a duce of a man. Philander the gay I met at the play, My heart beat a furious ratan; Because you must know, I some time ago, Had hopes of his being the man. Brisk Strephon came next, But then I was vex'd, He play'd with Miss Phillis's fan; I own, to be sure, I could not endure To see myself robb'd of a man. My mother and aunts, Still watching my haunts, Obstruct me as much as they can, But what do I care, I vow and declare, I'll fit myself soon with a man.