My Jeanie and I.
[The original of this song was written by Tom D'Urfey, and published in 1702. Ramsay altered and pruned it for his Miscellany, and since his day it has been pruned still farther. It is sung to different tunes.]
My Jeanie and I have toil'd
The live-lang summer's day,
Till we were almost spoil'd
At making of the hay.
Her kurchy was o' Holland clear,
Tied to her bonnie brow;
I whisper'd something in her ear,—
But what is that to you?
Her stockings were o' kersey green,
And tight as ony silk;
O, sic a leg was never seen!
Her skin was white as milk;
Her hair was black as ane could wish;
And sweet, sweet was her mou'!
Ah! Jeanie dantily can kiss—
But what is that to you?
The rose and lily baith combine
To make my Jeanie fair:
There is nae benison like mine;
I have amaist nae care.
But when another swain, my fair,
Shall say you're fair to view;
Let Jeanie whisiier in his ear—
Pray what is that to you?