A Maiden-Head Ill Bestowed; OR, A New Dialogue betwixt Kind Jenny of the Lough, And Unkind Jockey of the Lee.
Ienny to Iockey had been kind,
But Iockey Wavers like the Wind;
Ienny her shame would gladly hide,
And fain would be made Iockeys Bride:
But Iockey he in great disdain,
Slights her, which makes her thus complain
To the Tune of, VVould Jenny were here again.
Jenny.
O Jockey thou art the La [...],
that I have lenkt forlang,
Which makes my Heart fullsad,
and down my Head I hang,
O whether shall Jenny gang,
if Jockey prove false to me
Their's ne're a way left but one,
that is to ligg down and dee,
that is to ligg down and dee.
Jockey.
O Jenny what ails thee now,
to mack sike doleful din;
I never did make a vow,
I vallue thee not a pin:
Not whether I loose or win,
then prethee do not complain
To tattle do not begin,
but gitt thee geane heame agan,
but gitt thee geane heame agan.
Jenny.
Sure Jockey thou art not wild,
to ask me what I aile;
Thou kenns thou me beguild,
amidest the Garth of kale:
Beside in the Messy Dale,
and many a Corner by,
Then Marry m [...] without fail,
or Jenny for greif will dye,
or Jenny for grief will dye.
Jockey.
Shame aw the tale thou tells,
what though in the Garth we plaid,
Must e'cy young Lad that mell's,
the talk of the Town be made;
I think thou was largely paid,
for ganging alaug with me.
Then leave off thy dealeing Trade,
or prithee ligg downe and dee,
o prithee ligg downe and dee.
The second Part, to the same tune.
Jenny.
FAlse loone, thou kenns right weele,
to thee I have beene kind,
And ever as true as Steel,
how darest thou change thy mind:
Thy craftinesse now I find,
because that my Geand is small,
If my Kirtle with Gold were lin'd,
then thou wouldst ha me and all,
then thou wouldst ha me and all.
Jockey.
'Tis not for thy Garth I gang,
O Jenny I'me not Sike Slade,
As I'me a true Gentleman,
the Lasse that I love i'le have:
And she shall go wondrous brave,
as any Lasse on the Lee:
Then do not thou bawle and rave,
for Jenny I'le none of thee,
O Jenny I le none of thee.
Jenny.
Thou kenns that I have a Reele,
a Spindle, I and a Rock,
I and a new dainty Wheele,
to Spin me a Hempen Smock:
With something beneath my Dock,
which many times thou didst find,
Then prithee do not me mock,
But Jockey to me prove kind,
O Iockey to, &c.
Jockey.
To tell me of all thy pelfe,
O Jenny thou dost amisse,
I cannot Imbrace thy self,
I must have a Lasse to Kisse:
Or Moggy, or Sue, or Siss,
so that she be kind and free,
Then tell me no more of this,
for Ienny I'le none of thee,
O Ienny, &c.
Jenny.
O Jockey if e're thou came,
or Sprang from Womans race,
Leake now on my riseing Weame,
and do not thy self disgrace,
But pitty my woeful case,
for Love take pitty on me,
All Maidens will call the base,
if I do lig downe and dee,
O if I do, &c.
Jockey.
O tell me not of thy Weame,
but busk it bonnily downe,
It was for the nones thou came,
and followed me from the Towne:
Sure I was not sike a Clowne,
to let the gang heame so free:
Then prithee leave of to frowne,
for Ienny I'le none of thee,
O Ienny I'le none of thee.
Jenny.
O false deceitful wretch,
and is thy heart so base,
To leave me in the lurch,
and in this woeful case,
Would I had ne're seen thy face,
that tempted me o're the Lee;
But now it's for want of grace,
that I must ligg downe and dee,
O that I must, &c.
Conclusion.
Then Maidens all beware,
bow young-men you doe trust,
And have a special care,
of yeilding to their Lust:
For honour laid in the dust,
can not be recall'd you see,
But then at the last you must,
with Ienny ligg downe and dee,
O with Ienny ligg downe and dee.
FINIS.
Printed for R. Burton, at the Horse-shooe in West-Smith field.