My Jeanie and I

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 whisper in his ear—

Pray what is that to you?