An Excellent New Scotch Song, Call'd,
Jockey's Complaint
FOR
His Beloved Moggy,
Together with Moggys Kind Answer.
As it was Lately Sung in a New Play at the Royal Theatre .
Licensed according to Order.
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COme, sweet Lass, this Bonny weather, Lets together, Come sweet lass
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Lets trip it o'er the Grass, E'ery where, Poor Jockey seeks his dear, Unless
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she appear, He sees no Beauty there.
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On our Green,
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The loons are sporting,
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Piping, Courting,
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On our Green,
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The blithest Lads are seen,
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E'ery Day,
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The Lasses sport and play;
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E'ery one is Gay,
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But I, when your away.
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Waa, is me,
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My Moggys staying,
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Long delaying,
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(Waa is me)
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Breeds in me Jealousie;
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For, Ise fear,
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Her Beauty was so clear,
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Least some Scottish Peer
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Hath stold away my Dear.
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She Ise prize
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Above all others,
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Sisters, Brothers,
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She Ise prize;
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T ho' Moggy me denys,
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Long Ise stay'd:
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Without her speedy Aid,
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My Life it will fade,
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Ah! Cruel, cruel, Maid!
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Moggys Kind Answer to Jockey's
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Complaint.
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Jockey dear,
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Leave thy exclaiming,
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And complaining,
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Jockey dear,
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And Never, never fear,
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For Ise be
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As constant unto thee,
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As thou art to me,
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To love thee Faithfully.
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Dry thy Eyn;
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My dearest Jockey,
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Take thy Moggy,
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Dry thy Eyn;
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For ever Ise be thine:
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And to you
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Ise ever will be true;
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L eave lamenting too,
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My dearest Jockey do.
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No Scotch Peer
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Shall ever wed me,
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No, nor Bed me.
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No Scotch Peer,
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Nor any loon, my Dear,
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Never dread;
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Let's gang to Kirk, & Wed,
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Then at night, in Bed,
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Thou'st have my Maiden head
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