Lord Thomas and Fair Annet (1790)/What's That to You

What's that to you.

MY Jeany and I have toil’d,
the live lang summer day,
Till we amaist were spoll’d,
at making of the hay;
Her kurchy was of Holland clear,
ty’d on her bonny brow,
I whisper'd something in her ear;
But what’s that to you?
Her stockings were of Kersey green,
as ⟨tight⟩ as ony silk;
O sic a leg was never seen,
her skin was white ⟨as⟩ milk;
Her hair was black as ane cou’d wish,
and sweet, was her mou’,
O! Jeany dain(illegible text)ie can ⟨kiss⟩;
But what’s that to you?
The rose a lilly ⟨baith⟩ combine,
to make my Jeany fair,
There is nae bennison like mine,
I have amaist nae care,
Only I fear my my Jenny’s face
may caufe mae men to rue,
And that may gar me say, Alas!
But what’s that to you?
Conceal thy beauties, if thou can,
hide that sweet face of thine,
That I may only be the man,
enjoys these looks divine.
O do not prostitute, my dear,
Wonders to common view.
And I with frightful heart shall swear,
For ever to be true.
King Solomon had wives enew
and mony a concubine;
But I enjoy a bliss mair true,
his joys were short of mine;
And Jeany’s happier than they.
She seldom wants her due,
All debts of love to her I pay,
and what’s that to yon?