Lovely Molly of the county of Down/There's my thumb I'll ne'er beguile thee

by Allan Ramsay

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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 lave, regard it,
Syne for its faithfulneſs reward it.
'Tis proof a-ſhot to birth or money,
But yields to what is ſweet and bonny,
Receive it then with a kiſs and a ſmily,
There’s my thumb it will ne'er beguile thee.

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 awa’ my heart between ’em.
I wiſh, and I wiſh when it gaes duntin,
O gin I had thee on a mountain,
Though 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,
Tearing my flocks left they ſhould wander,
Gin thou'll gae alang, I’ll dawt thee gaylie,
And gi’e thee my thumb I’ll ne’er beguile thee.
O my dear laſſie, it is but daſſin,
To haud thy wooer up ay niff naſſin,
That na, na, na, I bate it moſt vilely,
O ſay, Yes, and I’ll ne’er beguile thee.