Unfortunate JOCKEY,
And mournful JENNY.
Jocke was by Sawny slain,
Whi[c]y htroubled Jenny sore,
In sorrow now she doth remain.
And vows to love no more.
To an excellent new play-house Tune.
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TWo bonny Lads were Sawny and Jockey,
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Sawney was rude, but Jockey unlucky,
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Sawny was tall, well-favour'd and witty,
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but Ise in my heart thought Jocky more pretty
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For when he sued me, woo'd me, and view'd me
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never was man so like to undoe me.
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Fie I cryed, and almost died,
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le[s]t Jockey should ga[n]g & come no more to me.
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Jockey wou'd love, but he would not marry,
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and Ise had a dread that Ise should miscarry,
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His cunning Tongue with wit was so [guilded,]
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that ise was afraid my heart would have yeilded
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For daily he press'd me, kiss'd me & bless'd me,
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lost was the hour methought when [he mist] me,
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Trying, denying, and sighing I w[oo'd] him,
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and muckle [a]d[o] I had to g[e]t from him.
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But cruel fate rob'd me of my Jewel,
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for Sawny would make him fight in a duell,
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And down in a Dale with Cypress surrounded,
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oh there to his death poor Jockey was wounded
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But when he thrill'd him, fell'd him, & kill'd him
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who could express my grief that beheld him,
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Raging I tore my hair for to bind him,
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and vow'd and swore ne'r to stay behind him.
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I sigh'd and sob'd untill I was weary,
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to think my Jockey should so miscarry,
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And never was any in such a sad taking
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as I hapless Jenny, who[s]e heart is still aking,
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To think how I crost him, tost him, lost him
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too late it was to coyn words to accost him,
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Alone then I sate lamenting and crying,
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still wishing each minute that I were a dying.
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The second Part, to the same Tune.
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Ah! Jo[c]key, since thou behind thee hast left me,
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and death of all joys & all comforts bereft me,
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Thy Destiny I will lament very mickle
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and down my pale cheeks salt tears they shall trickle
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To ease me of trouble each bubble shall double,
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to think of my Jockey so Loyal and Noble,
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Ise grieve to think that those eyes are benighted
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wherein mournful Jenny so much once delighted
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That blow, oh! Sawny, was base and unlucky,
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that robbed poor Jenny of her dearest Jockey,
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A bonny boon Youth 'twas known he was ever.
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to please his poor Jenny was still his endeavour
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But 'twas fortune uncertain, our parting
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procured & caused this heart-breaking smarting,
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But whilest I do live, 'tis resolved by Jenny
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for Jockey's dear sake ne'r to lig with any.
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Thus Jenny for Jockey lay sighing and weeping,
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oft wringing her hands while others was sleeping
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But Sawny to see her thus strangly distressed
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for the loss of her love, his heart was op[p]ressed,
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Thou this deluder view'd her, and sued her,
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'twas all but in vain, for she call'd him intruder
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And said if you dye for my love I will mock ye,
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for you were the cause of the death of my Jocky
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That bonny brave Scot hath left none behind him
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that like to himself was deserving of minding,
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His Fathers delight, and the joy of his Mother,
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& Scotland before never bred such another:
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When I think on his beauty let duty confute ye,
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Death never before had such a great booty,
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For all that do know him do sigh and bewaile him
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but Oceans of Tears now can little avail him
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Ah! Jockey there's none that are left to inherit
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the tyth of thy vertues, thy wonderful merit,
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But whilst I do live thou shalt ne'r be forgotten,
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I'le sing out thy praise when thy carkass is rotten
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For thou wert the fairest, rarest, and dearest,
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& now thou art dead like a Saint thou appearest
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I'l ha[v]e on thy Tomb-stone these Verses inserted
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Here lies hapless Jockey was was so true hearted
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And when t' is thy Motto shall fairly be written
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there's none shall read but with grief shall be smitten
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& say twas pitty that one so true-hearted
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should by cruel death from his Jenny be parted.
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And thus I will weeping, creeping, and peeping
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look into thy Grave where thou dost lie sleeping
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Till sighing my self I have brought to my end,
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to show that poor Jenny w[a]s Jockeys true friend.
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