Coy JENNY,
And Constant JEMMY:
OR,
True Love Rewarded with Kindness;
A Delightful and Pleasant New Song.
Loves potent power no Mortal can withstand,
Nor shun those shasts shot by God Cupids hand;
Jenny resists in vain, for Jemmy he
Began the Onset, gain'd the Victory.
Entred according to Order.
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TEll me Jenny tell me roundly,
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when you will your heart surrender,
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Faith and troth I love you soundly,
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it was I that was the first pretender:
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Ne'r say nay, nor delay,
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here's my heart and her's my hand too;
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All that's mine, shall be thine,
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body and goods at thy commond too.
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Ah, how many Maids, quoth Jenny,
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have you promis'd to be true to,
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[?]e, I think the Devils in ye,
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to kiss a body so as you do:
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What d'ye do, let me go,
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I can't abide such foolish doing,
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Get ye gone, naughty man,
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fye is this your way of Wooing.
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Prithee Jenny don't despise me,
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since I am thy faithful lover,
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I above the Indies prize thee,
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and my mind to thee discover,
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Take no care, for I swear,
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thou shalt be my only Jewel,
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Grant relief, to my grief,
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prithee dearest be not cruel.
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All your words cannot deceive me,
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for I know you do but flatter,
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When your will is gain'd youl leave me,
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for to mince upon the matter:
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Therefore know, to your bow,
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I will never yield or bend to,
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For I find, words are wind,
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whatsoever you pretend to.
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O my heart will burst in sunder,
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if you do not grant some pitty,
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Jenny is the worlds great wonder,
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of the pregnant, wise and witty,
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Oh my dear, do not fear,
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for to you I will be loyal,
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If to me, you'l be free,
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and but put me to the tryal.
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Well quoth Jenny you hove charm'd me,
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with the power of your expression,
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And with love has strangely arm'd me,
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from which I can make no digression:
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And will grant what you want,
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if you will vouchsafe to marry,
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And if so, let us go,
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for I will no longer tarry.
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Dearest Jenny I consent to,
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this your fair and friendly offer,
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Which shall be to thy content to,
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since you make so kind a proffer:
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None alive shall deprive,
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me of my dear and only honey,
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I am thine, thou art mine,
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better far than Gold or money.
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Thus at length they both consented,
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nothing could these Lovers sever,
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And their friends were well consented,
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they resolv'd to love for ever:
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So they went, with intent,
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to the Kirk for to be marry'd,
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Both did joyn, and combine
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vex'd that they so long had [t]arry'd.
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