The Scotch Lasses Choice, OR, Jennys Love for Jockey's Kindnes: An Excellent New Song, much in Request.
To a pleasant New Scotch Tune.
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I.
LOng Cold Nights, when Winter-Frozen,
Jockyes head lay on my Bosom;
Now each wanton Lass pursues him,
Ah-wa's-me, that I must loose him:
Sawney and
Jemmy came often to try me,
Philly and
Willy would fain ligg by me;
But, alas! they do but Teaze me,
Jockey he alone can please me.
II.
When he Writes his Love in Meeter,
When he Sings to make it sweeter,
To the Clouds my Soul was driven,
Then I thought my self in Heaven;
Fether and Mether that knew little of it,
Woo'd me, and su'd me, to Wed for profit;
But had Fate been bad or luckey,
Ise wou'd ne'r forsake poor
Jockey.
III.
Wot ye weel why I adore him,
Wou'd you know why Ise dye for him?
He was young, and blith, and bonny,
And cou'd love the best of any:
When Ise was lying in dying condition,
Jockey wou'd still be my best Physician;
Though the Doctor ne'r cou'd please me,
He had still a Doze wou'd ease me.
IV.
In his Arms he wou'd infold me,
And he there so fast would hold me,
That Ise hardly cou'd get from him,
May geud Fortune light upon him.
With Kisses and blisses my heart reviving,
Philly and
Willy they fain wou'd deprive him
Of my Love, to him so mickle,
But geud faith, Ise not so fickle.
V.
Sawney fine as any Leard too,
With a blew Bonnet and Sweard too;
Woo'd me, and wou'd fain have led me
To the Kirk, there for to Wed me:
Gin Fether and Mether they both consented,
But Ise fear'd Ise should after repent it;
To Marry wou'd be Unlucky
Any but my neane sweet
Jockey.
VI.
But ah-wa's-me, Ise am fearful,
And cannot be glad and Chearful;
The Lasses make sike a doing,
And my
Jockey from me Wooing;
They wou'd if they cou'd, by their kindness move him
Molly and
Dolly too, vow they do love him;
If
Jockey is from me flying,
Ah-wa's-me, then
Jenny's dying.
VII.
But
Jockey vow'd by his Bonnet,
He'd Wed me what e're came on it;
Without the consent of either,
My Old Fether or my Mether:
For be they willing or no, Ise ne'r tarry,
But as soon as I can, my
Jockey Marry:
Then wee's both will ligg together,
And ne'r matter the Cold Weather.
FINIS.
This may be Printed, R. P.
Printed for J. Deacon, at the Angel in Guiltspur-street, without Newgate.