The Mavis (1819, Falkirk)/What's that to you?

My Jenny and I had toil’d
the live-long ſummer’s day,
Till we were almoſt ſpoil’d
at making of the hay:
Her kerchy was of holland clear,
ty’d on her bonny brow;
I whiſper’d ſomething in her ear
but what is that to you?

​Her ſtockings were of kerſy green;
as tight as ony ſilk;
O ſic a leg was never ſeen!
her ſkin was white as milk:
Her hair was black as ane cou’d wiſh,
and ſweet, ſweet was her mou’!
On Jeany daintily can kiſs.
but what is that to you?

The roſe and lily baith combine
to make my Jeany fair:
There is nae benniſon like mine,
I have amaiſt nae care;
But when another ſwain, my dear,
ſhall ſay you’re fair to view,
Let Jeany whiſper in his ear,
Pray what is that to you?