Celemene, pray tell me Celemene
When those pretty eyes I see;
When my heart beats in my breast
Why it will not let me rest?
Why this trembling too all o'er
Pains I never felt before
And when thus I touch your hand
Why I wish I was a man?
How should I know more than you?
Yet would be a woman too
When you wash yourself and play
I methinks could look all day
Nay just now I'm pleas'd so well
Should you kiss me I won't tell

Tho' I could do that all day
And desire no better play;
Sure in love there's something more
Which makes Mamma so big before
Once by chance I heard it named;
Don't ask what, for I'm ashamed
Stay but till you're past fifteen
Then you'll know what 'tis I mean
However lose not present bliss;
But now we're alone let's kiss
My breasts do so heave
My heart does so pant
There's something more we want