My Neighbour, None Can E'Er Deny, Is A Most Beauteous Maid; Her Shop Is Ever In Mine Eye, When Working At My Trade. To Ring And Chain I Hammer Then The Wire Of Gold Assay'D, And Think The While: "For Kate, Oh When Will Such A Ring Be Made?" And When She Takes Her Shutters Down, Her Shop At Once Invade, To Buy And Haggle, All The Town, For All That's There Displayd. I File, And Maybe Overfile The Wire Of Gold Assay'D; My Master Grumbles All The While, Her Shop The Mischief Made. To Ply Her Wheel She Straight Begins, When Not Engaged In Trade; I Know Full Well For What She Spins, 'Tis Hope Guides That Dear Maid. Her Leg, While Her Small Foot Treads On, Is In My Mind Portray'D; Her Garter I Recall Anon, I Gave It That Dear Maid. Then To Her Lips The Finest Thread Is By Her Hand Convey'D. Were I There Only In Its Stead, How I Would Kiss The Maid!