My Thing Is My Own

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Compare this with the Ed McCurdy When Dalliance Was In Flower version.  The version below is practically unintelligible.  

I a tender young Maid have been courted by many,
Of all sorts and Trades as ever was any:
A spruce Haberdasher first spake me fair,
But I would have nothing to do with Small ware.

My Thing is my Own, and I'll keep it so still,
Yet other young Lasses may do what they will.

A sweet scented Courtier did give me a Kiss,
And promis'd me Mountains if I would be his,
But I'll not believe him, for it is too true,
Some Courtiers do promise much more than they do.

My thing is my own . . .

A Master of Musick came with an intent,
To give me a Lesson on my Instrument,
I thank'd him for nothing, but bid him be gone,
For my little Fiddle should not be plaid on.

My thing is my own . . .

An Usurer came with abundance of Cash,
But I had no mind to come under his Lash,
He profer'd me Jewels, and a great store of Gold,
But I would not Mortgage my little Free-hold.

My thing is my own . . .

A blunt Lieutenant surpriz'd my Placket               A pocket or slit in the top of a skin.
And fiercely began to rifle and sack it,
I mustered my Spirits up and became bold,
And forc'd my Lieutenant to quit his strong hold.

My thing is my own . . .

A fine dapper Taylor, with a Yard in his Hand, Measuring stick.
Did profer his Service to be at Command,
He talk'd of a slit I had above Knee,
But I'll have no Taylors to stitch it for me.

My thing is my own , ..

Now here I could reckon a hundred and more,
Besides all the Gamesters recited before,
That made their addresses in hopes of a snap
But as young as I was I understood Trap,

My thing is my own, and I'll keep it so still,
Until I be Marryed, say Men what they will.

• Baltimore Consort / Merry Companions
  • The Art of the Bawdy Song  
    • I Gave Her Cakes and I Gave Her Ale  Time: 1:17
    • Taking His Beer With Old Anacharses  Time: 1:04
    • Fye, Nay, Prithee John  Time: 0:57
    • Cold and Raw  Time: 3:14
    • Miller's Daughter  Time: 1:12
    • Will Said to His Mammy  Time: 2:13
    • Old Fumbler  Time: 1:15
    • Walking in a Meadowe Greene  Time: 3:54
    • Celia Learning on the Spinnet  Time: 1:32
    • Tom the Taylor  Time: 1:03
    • My Lady's Coachman John  Time: 1:09
    • Irish Jig (The Night Ramble)  Time: 2:27
    • Come Sirrah Jacke Hoe  Time: 2:03
    • Dainty Fine Aniseed Water  Time: 1:05
    • Most Men Do Love the Spanish Wine  Time: 1:04
    • My Lady and Her Maid  Time: 0:48
    • As Roger Last Night to Jenny Lay Close    Time: 1:19
    • Pox on You  Time: 1:33
    • Ladie Lie Near Me  Time: 2:24
    • 'tis Women Makes Us Love  Time: 1:05
    • Sir Walter Enjoying His Damsel  Time: 1:02
    • My Thing Is My Own  Time: 3:53
    • Here Dwells a Pretty Maid  Time: 0:38
    • My Man John Had a Thing That Was Long    Time: 1:49
    • When First Amyntas Sued for a Kiss  Time: 2:49
    • More Palatino  Time: 2:57
    • Poor Owen  Time: 2:26
    • Where They Drank  Time: 0:33
    • Come, Come, Let Us Drink  Time: 1:34

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