BONNY DUNDEE :
OR,
Jockey's Deliverance,
BEING HIS
Valiant Escape from Dundee
And the Parson's Daughter , whom he had Mow'd.
To an Excellent Tune, called, Bonny Dundee . Licensed according to Order .
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WHere got'st thou the Haver-mill Bonack,
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blind Booby can'st thou not see,
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Ise got it out of the Scots-man's Wallet,
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as he lig Lousing him under a Tree:
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Come fill me my Cup, come fill me my Can,
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Come saddle my Horse, and call up my Man,
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Come open the Gates and let me go free.
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And show me the way unto Bonny Dundee.
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For I have neither Robbed nor Stole,
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nor have I done any Injury,
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But I have gotten a Fair Maid with Child,
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the Minister's Daughter of Bonny Dundee:
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Come fill me my Cup, come fill me my Can,
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Come saddle my Horse and call up my Man,
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Come open the Gates and let me go free,
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For Ise gang no more unto Bonny Dundee.
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Although Ise have gotten her Maiden-head,
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gued faith Ise have left her mine own in lew,
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for when at her Daddys Ise gan to Bed,
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Ise Moad her without any more to do,
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Ise cuddel'd her close, and gave her a Kiss,
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Pray tell me now, where is the harm of this:
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Then open the Gates and let me go free,
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For Ise gan no more unto Bonny Dundee.
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All Scotland ne're afforded a Lass
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so bonny and blith as Jenny my dear,
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Ise gave her a Gown of green on the grass,
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yet now Ise no longer must tarry here:
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Then saddle my Nag, that's bonny and gay,
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For now it is time to gan hence away;
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Then open the Gates and let me go free,
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Shes ken me no more unto Bonny Dundee.
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In liberty still I reckon to reign,
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for why I have done no honest Man wrong,
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The Parson may take his daughter again,
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for she'll be a Mammy before 'tis long,
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And have a young Lad or Lass of my Breed;
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Ise think I have done a generous Deed:
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Then open the Gates and let me go free,
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For Ise gan no more unto Bonny Dundee.
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Since Jenny, the fair, was willingly kind,
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and came to my Arms with ready good will,
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A Token of Love Ise leave her behind,
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thus have I requited her kindness still,
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Though Jenny, the fair, I often have Moad,
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Another may reap the Harvest I sow'd.
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Then open the Gates and let me go free,
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Shes ken me no more unto Bonny Dundee.
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Her Daddy would have me make her my Bride,
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but have, and to hold, I ne're could endure,
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From Bonny Dundee this day I will Ride,
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it being a place not safe and secure,
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Then Jenny farewel, my Joy and my Dear,
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With Sweard in my hand, the Passage Ise clear,
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Then open the Gates and let me go free,
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For Ise gan no more unto Bonny Dundee.
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My Father is a muckle good Leard,
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my Mother a Lady bonny and gay,
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Then while I have skill to handle a sweard,
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the Parson's request Ise never obey,
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Then Sanny, my Man, be thou of my mind,
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In Bonny Dundee we'se not be confin'd,
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The Gates we will force and set our selves free,
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And never come more unto Bonny Dundee.
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Then Sawny reply'd: Ise never refuse
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to Fight for a Leard so Valiant and Bold,
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Whilst I have a drop of blood for to lose,
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e're any sick Loons shall keep us in hold;
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This sweard in my hand Ise Valiantly weild,
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And fight by your side to kill, or be kill'd,
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For forcing the Gates, and set our selves free,
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And so bid adieu to Bonny Dundee.
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With Sweards ready drawn they r[i]d to the gate
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where being den'y an Enterance through,
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The Master and Man they fought at that rate,
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that some ran away, and others they slew,
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Thus Jockey, the Leard, and Sawny, his man,
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They Valiantly Fought, as High-Landers can,
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In spight of the Leons they set themselves free,
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And so bid adieu to Bonny Dundee.
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