A New Garland/There's my Thumb I'll ne'er beguile Thee
For works with similar titles, see There's my thumb.
For other versions of this work, see There's my thumb (My sweetest May, let love incline thee).
There's my Thumb I'll ne'er beguile Thee.
My sweetest May let love incline thee,
t' accept a heart which he designs thee
And, as your constant slave, regard it,
Syne for its faithfulness reward it.
'Tis proof a shot to birth or money,
Receive it then with a kiss and a smily,
There's my thumb I'll ne'er beguile ye.
t' accept a heart which he designs thee
And, as your constant slave, regard it,
Syne for its faithfulness reward it.
'Tis proof a shot to birth or money,
Receive it then with a kiss and a smily,
There's my thumb I'll ne'er beguile ye.
How tempting sweet these lips of thine are,
Thy bosom white, and legs sae fine are,
That when in pools I see thee clean 'em;
They carry away my heart between 'em.
I wish, and I wish, while it gaes duntin,
O gin I had thee on a mountain,
Tho' kith and kin and a' should revile thee,
There's my thumb I'll ne'er beguile thee.
Thy bosom white, and legs sae fine are,
That when in pools I see thee clean 'em;
They carry away my heart between 'em.
I wish, and I wish, while it gaes duntin,
O gin I had thee on a mountain,
Tho' kith and kin and a' should revile thee,
There's my thumb I'll ne'er beguile thee.
Alane through flow'ry hows I dander,
Tenting my flocks lest they should wander,
Gin thou'll gae alang I'll dawt thee gaylie,
And gi'e my thumb I'll ne'er beguile thee.
O my dear lassie, it is but daffin.
To had thy wooer up ay niff naffin.
That na, na, na, I hate it most vilely,
O say, Yes, and I'll ne'er beguile thee.
Tenting my flocks lest they should wander,
Gin thou'll gae alang I'll dawt thee gaylie,
And gi'e my thumb I'll ne'er beguile thee.
O my dear lassie, it is but daffin.
To had thy wooer up ay niff naffin.
That na, na, na, I hate it most vilely,
O say, Yes, and I'll ne'er beguile thee.
FINIS.