COY MOGGY:
OR,
The Scotch Lass's Lamentation
FOR THE
Loss of her three LOVERS,
Jemmy, Jockey and Sawny,
Whom she lost by her Cruel FROWNS.
To the Tune of, The bonny Grey-ey'd Morn. Licensed according to Order.
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GId faith Ise was a blith and bonny Lass,
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Before Ise o're the twenty Years did pass,
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Ise then had mickle Suiters fine and gay,
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Who gang'd with Moggy, e'ry Holiday
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To Edenborough-town, and feast me there;
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But now they'r gone, they'r gone, Ise know not where:
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Such happy Days again Ise ne'r shall see,
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Die now Ise must for Love; ah! wa is me.
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The first that courted me, when Ise was young,
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Ah! how my Heart does beat? my trembling Tongue
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Can hardly utter what Ise have to say,
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'Twas bonny Jemmy, in the Month of May,
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He gave me Sugar-plumbs and Kisses sweet;
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But Ise was stubborn, peevish, would not eat,
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Nor suffer him to pull me on his knee,
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But now he's gone, he's gone; ah! wa is me.
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Gid faith he was a Laird of mickle geer,
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With Sward and Bonnet how he did appear,
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Exceeding all the High-land Scottish Race;
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Sweet Sonnets could he sing, Dance with a grace,
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His Service unto me he would devote,
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Yet Ise not let him touch my Petticoat,
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When he attempted for to grasp my knee;
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But now he's gone, he's gone; ah! wa is me.
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Next Jockey came, my Beauty to behold,
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And offe[r]'d me a greater sum of Gold
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Then Ise in all my Days had ever seen,
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If Ise would let him, you know what I mean:
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Begone, said I, you cunn[i]ng crafty Loon;
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Which hasty Words dropt from my Lips too soon:
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Unhappy Moggy Ise shall ever be,
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And die a Maid, a Maid; ah! wa is me.
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Then Sawny came and call[']d me his Delight,
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Sayi[n]g, if he might lig with me all Night,
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Then in the Morning he would surely wed;
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But loath I was to trust my Maiden-head:
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Wherefore I did resist him with the rest,
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And ever since, gid faith, Ise do protest,
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Not one of them my longing Eyes can see,
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Ise fear to die a Maid; ah! wa is me.
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My Mammy told me that Ise must be coy,
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For if unmarry'd Lovers might enjoy
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The Virgin-treasure, they would come no more;
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This she experienc'd many Years before.
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Ise taking of a Mother's kind Advice,
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Jemmy and Jockey left me in a trice,
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And Sawny likewise did like Lightning flee:
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I fear to die a Maid; ah! wa is me.
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My Mammy Ise may happen to forgive,
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But never shall forget her while Ise live;
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Her Counsel made my Lovers from me run,
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But what cares she her Dancing-days are done;
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Wherefore my Mother she no pity shows,
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Yet Ise am her own Daughter and that she knows;
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Nothing but mickle Sorrow can Ise see,
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My Lovers all are fled; ah! wa is me.
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Ise must acknowledge Ise was too severe,
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Poor Sawny told me, That Ise not fear
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But he would marry me, his pretty Bird;
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Ise do believe Ise might have took his Word:
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How many Lasses daily do comply
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Before they marry'd are? And why not I?
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A Man Ise have, e're it be long[,] she said,
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For, why should Moggy live and die a Maid?
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