My Thing Is My Own!

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My Thing is My Own!

I, a tender young maid, have been courted by many
Of all sorts and trades, as ever was any.
A spruce haberdasher first spoke me fair,
But I would have nothing to do with small ware!

My thing is my own, and I'll keep it so still,
Yet other young lasses may do what they will.

A sweet-scented courtier did give me a kiss,
And promised me mountains if I would be his:
But I'll not believe him, for it is too true
Some courtiers do promise much more than they do!

A fine man of law did come out of the Strand
To plead his own cause, with his fee in his hand.
He made a brave motion, but that would not do:
For I did dismiss him, and non-suit him too!

Next came a young fellow, a notable spark,
With green-bag and inkhorn—a justice's clerk.
He pulled out his warrant to make all appear:
But I sent him away with a flea in his ear!

A master of music came with an intent
To give me a lesson on my instrument.
I thanked him for nothing, but bid him be gone:
For my little fiddle should not be played on!

An usurer came with abundance of cash,
But I had no mind to come under his lash.
He proffered me jewels and great store of gold:
But I would not mortgage my little freehold!

A blunt lieutenant surprised my placket,
And fiercely began to rifle and sack it:
I mustered my spirits up, and became bold,
And forced my lieutenant to quit his stronghold!

A fine dapper tailor, with a yard in his hand,
Did proffer his service to be at command.
He talked of a slit I had above knee:
But I'll have no tailors to stitch it for me!

Now here I could reckon a hundred and more,
Besides all the gamesters recited before,
That made their addresses in hopes of a snap:
But, as young as I was, I understood Trap!

My thing is my own, and I'll keep it so still,
Yet other young lasses may do what they will.
My thing is my own, and I'll keep it so still,
Until I be married, say men what they will.


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