A sweet-scented courtier did give me a kiss
And promised me mountains if I would be his
But I'll not believe him, for it is too true
Courtiers promise much more than they do
My thing is my own, and I'll keep it so still
All the young lasses can do what they will
My thing is my own, and I'll keep it so still
All the young lasses may do what they will
A master of music came with intent
To give me a lesson on my instrument
I thanked him for nothing, and bid him be gone
For my little fiddle must not be played on
My thing is my own, and I'll keep it so still
All the young lasses can do what they will
My thing is my own, and I'll keep it so still
All the young lasses can do what they will
A blunt lieutenant surprised my blanket
And speedily began to rifle and sack it
I roused my spirit, his soft hand was bold
And forced my lieutenant to quit his stronghold
My thing is my own, and I'll keep it so still
All the young lasses can do what they will
My thing is my own, and I'll keep it so still
All the young lasses can do what they will
Now here I could brag a hundred or more
Besides all the gangsters recited before
Who made their addresses in hopes of a snap
But young as I was, I understood that
My thing is my own, and I'll keep it so still
All the young lasses can do what they will
My thing is my own, and I'll keep it so still
All the young lasses can do what they will
My thing is my own, and I'll keep it so still
All the young lasses can do what they will
My thing is my own, and I'll keep it so still
All the young lasses can do what they will