A New Garland/There's my Thumb I'll ne'er beguile Thee

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A New Garland
by Anonymous
There's my Thumb I'll ne'er beguile Thee by Allan Ramsay
4256574A New Garland — There's my Thumb I'll ne'er beguile TheeAllan Ramsay

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.

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.

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.

FINIS.