A New Song of Moggies Jealousie:
OR,
Jockies Vindication:
Moggy from Jockey she needs wou'd depart.
Though Jockey he lov'd his Moggy at heart:
Jockey he wondred at Moggies strange huff.
But Moggy was Jealous and that was enough.
Tune of, You London Lads be merry; Or, woo't thou be wilfull still my Joe,
Entred according to Order.
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THere was an a bonny young Lad,
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was keeping of bonny win Sheep,
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There was an a bonny young Lass,
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was a wading the waters so deep
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Was wading the waters so deep,
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and a little above her knee,
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And still she cry'd bonny Lad,
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wilt thou come and mow with me?
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Where art thou ganging my Moggy
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and where art thou ganging my Dove
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And woo't thou go from thy poor Jockey;
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and so dearly that he does love?
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I'se ganging to fair Edenborough
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to spir for a Lad that is true,
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And if I return not to morrow,
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then Jockey I'se bid thee adieu.
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How think'st thou that I can endure
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to part with thee all a long night?
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When I am not able thour't sure
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to have thee once out of my sight:
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Tis a folly my Jockey to flatter,
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for I must gang where I do tell,
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Or offer to mince up the matter,
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so Jockey I'se bid the farewell.
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BUt shall I gang with thee my fair one
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and shall I gang with thee my Joe?
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And shall I be welcome my dear one,
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to gang with my Moggy or no?
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We'l hand in hand trip to the house,
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that stands within ken of the Town:
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And there I will have a carrouse,
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and for ever take leave of my Loon.
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But what have I done my Moggy,
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that thou art so willing to part,
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With poor unfortunate Jockey
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and break his too loving heart:
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I'le warrant his heart for a plack,
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he's mere a mon for to rue,
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For a thing that ye cannot lack.
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and so Jockey I'se bid the adieu.
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Then must we part my jewel,
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and I never see thee no mere?
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And canst thou be so cruel,
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to eyn that loves the so dear?
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And have I not lov'd thee as Muckle,
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and have I not shown it as true,
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But I scorn to another to truckle,
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so Jockey i'se bid the adieu.
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Now Heaven preserve my good Women,
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ods bread she is jealous I trow,
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My Moggy these tyers are not common,
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thy heart has had muckle to do;
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'Tis onely a love-sicke mistake,
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that ever can make me untrue,
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But the Parson amends he shall make,
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if you never will bid me adieu.
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How willingly I do believe thee,
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and tye thee once more to my heart,
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But if thou again does deceive me,
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forever, for ever we'l part:
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But i'se am in hopes that my Jockey,
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will never more prove so untrue,
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But ever be kind to his Moggy,
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not i'se never bid him adieu.
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FINIS.
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