When Damon first my eyes beheld, My heart with secret transport thrill'd, And pit a pat it went, Young, artless, innocent, and shy, So unexperienc'd was I, I wonder'd what he meant, etc.
Whene'er I met him on the plain, He'd kiss me, sigh, and kiss again, And sweetest tales invent, And then he'd tell me he must die, But, as I saw no danger nigh, I wonder'd what he meant, etc.
To nymphs, whom years had wiser made, I told the tender things he said, And of his sad complaint, Full well the tender things they knew, For they like me had heard them too, Nor wonder'd what they meant, etc.
They answer'd love had touch'd my heart, That Damon, by his sex's art, Might cause me to repent, And that I should desire the swain, To tell me, when we meet again, if he to wed me meant, etc.
Rejoic'd such good advice to find, I tript to let him know my mind, Across the mead intent, I told him, did he not design With me in Hymen's bands to join? I wonder'd what he meant, etc.
The youth, whose love was aw'd with fear, Grew raptur'd such sweet sounds to hear, Straight to the church we went; How wise we all by marriage grow, Tho' foolish once, yet now I know, I know what Damon meant, etc.
