There’s my Thumb I’ll ne’er beguile thee, pp.75-76.

[Tea-Table Miscellany Contents]

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, 

But yields to what is sweet and bony; 

Receive it then with a kiss and a smily, 

There’s my thumb it will 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’ shou’d revile thee, 

There’s my thumb I’ll ne’er beguile thee. 

– 

Alane through flow’ry hows I dander, 

Tenting my flocks left they shou’d 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 woer up ay niff naffin. 

That na, na, na, I hate it most vilely, 

O say, yes, and I’ll ne’er beguile thee. 

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