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T. R. Smith, comp. Poetica Erotica: Rare and Curious Amatory Verse. 1921–22.

The Country Lass

Anonymous
 
(From Thomson’s Orpheus Caledonius, ii. 85; 1733)

ALTHO’ I be but a Country Lass,
  Yet a lofty Mind I bear—O,
And think my sell as good as those,
  That rich Apparel wear—O.
Altho’ my Gown be hame spun Gray,        5
  My skin it is as saft—O,
As them that Satin Weeds do wear,
  And carry their heads alaft—O.
 
What tho’ I keep my Father’s Sheep?
  The thing that must be done—O,        10
With Garlands of the finest Flowers
  To shade me frae the Sun—O.
When they are feeding pleasantly,
  Where Grass and Flowers do spring—O,
Then on a Flowry Bank at Noon,        15
  I set me down and sing—O.
 
My Paisly Piggy, corked with Sage,
  Contains my Drink but thin—O:
No Wines do e’er my Brain enrage,
  Or tempt my Mind to sin—O;        20
My Country Curds, and wooden Spoon,
  I think them unco fine—O;
And on a flowry Bank at Noon,
  I set me down and dine—O.
 
Altho’ my Parents cannot raise        25
  Great Bags of shining Gold—O,
Like them whose Daughters, now-a-days,
  Like Swine are bought and sold—O;
Yet my fair Body it shall keep
  And honest Heart within—O,        30
And for twice fifty thousand Crowns,
  I value not a Pin—O.
 
I use nae Gums upon my Hair,
  Nor Chains about my Neck—O,
Nor shining Rings upon my Hands,        35
  My Fingers straight to deck—O;
But for that Lad to me shall fa’,
  And I have Grace to wed—O,
I’ll keep a Jewel worth them a’,
  I mean my Maidenhead—O.        40
 
If canny Fortune give to me,
  The Man I dearly love—O,
Tho’ we want Gear, I dinna care,
  My hands I can improve—O;
Expecting for a Blessing still,        45
  Descending from above—O,
Then we’ll embrace and sweetly kiss,
  Repeating Tales of Love—O.