Lyrics Fine Knacks for Ladies - Gérard Lesne

Fine nuts for ladies, chicks, choice crack and yew
Good pennyworths, that morning come not blue
I'd get but fair, but for a pay to rue
And beg a maiden, delivered all my love

Though all my wares be trash
The heart is true, the heart is true, the heart is true
Though all my wares be trash
The heart is true, the heart is true, the heart is true

Great gifts are dulse, and looks, poor gifts again
My trifles fall, but treasures from my mind
It is a precious jewel to be plain
Sometimes in shells, nor in pearls we find

Of others' naked sheaths
Of me her grain, of me her grain, of me her grain
Of others' naked sheaths
Of me her grain, of me her grain, of me her grain

Within this bark, beans, bones, laces, and gloves
And liver stones, fitting a country fare
But in her heart, where duty serves and loves
Turtledoves and twins, cods, prunes, and hamlet pears

Happy there are to the things
Of no reboots, of no reboots, of no reboots
Happy there are to the things
Of no reboots, of no reboots, of no reboots