Harlots // My Thing Is My Own (Ukulele Cover)

- - LYRICS/CHORDS BELOW - - -

This song was featured in episode 1x04 of the Hulu/ITV show "Harlots". It's originally sung by Lucy Wells (played by Eloise Smyth) during the masquerade at the brothel. I couldn't find an HD promo picture of her so the video still is her sister Charlotte.

Anyway. I recently bought a ukulele and I liked it with this song so I figured, why not make a ukulele cover. I've noted the ukulele chords (plus a simpler variation that works both on ukulele and guitar) below.

As far as I have been able to find out, the lyrics of the song were taken from a song collection from 1719: Thomas D'Urfey's "Wit and Mirth, or Pills to Purge Melancholy" (Vol. IV). However, the melody was changed from the original one. I don't know if this is a variation that already existed before the show or if it was composed by the show's composer (Rael Jones); my guess is the latter.

The show version contains only one of the many verses, I added a few of the others. But there are still more. You can find digitized copies of the song collection here: http://imslp.org/wiki/Wit_and_Mirth,_.... Look for "I, a tender young maid, have been" in Vol. IV, p. 216.

Ok first off here are the CHORDS I played on the ukulele:

Verse (2x)
D / A / Bm / F#m
G / D / G / A

Chorus
D / A / Bm / F#m
G / D / A / D

And here are the CHORDS you might as well play (either on guitar or ukulele), using a capo to your liking:

Verse (2x)
C / G / Am / Em
F / C / F / G

Chorus
C / G / Am / Em
F / C / G / C

LYRICS:

A Master of Musick came with an intent,
To teach me a lesson on my instrument,
I thank'd him for nothing and bid him be gone,
For my little fiddle should not be plaid on.

My thing is my own, and I'll keep it so still
Though other young lasses may do as 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, and I'll keep it so still
Though other young lasses may do as they will.

A fine dapper taylor, with a yard in his hand
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, and I'll keep it so still
Though other young lasses may do as they will.

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 a trap.