SLIGHTED JOCKEY:
OR,
Coy Moggy's Unspeakable Cruelty.
BEING
An excellent Scoth Song much in Request.
To a Pleasant new Tune. Licensed according to Order.
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COme sweet Lass,
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This bonny weather,
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Let's together;
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Come sweet Lass
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Let's trip it on the Grass:
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Every-where
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Poor Jockey seeks his Dear,
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And unless you appear,
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He sees no Beauty here.
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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 blythest Lads are seen;
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There all day
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Our Lasses dance and play,
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And every one is gay,
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But I when your away.
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How can I
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Have any pleasure,
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While my Treasure
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Is not by?
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The rural harmony
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I'se not mind,
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But Captive like confin'd
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I'se lig in shades behind,
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Cause Moggy proves unkind:
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There is none
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That can delight me,
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If you slight me,
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All alone
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I'se ever make my moan;
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Life's a pain
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Since by your coy disdain,
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Like an unhappy Swain,
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I sigh and weep in vain.
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I could be
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Right blith and jolly,
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Melancholly
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N'er should be
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My fatal destiny,
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If I might
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But have my Love in sight,
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Whose Angel-beauty bright
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Was ever my delight.
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Have I not,
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In Moggy's Dances,
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Seen those glances,
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Which was shot,
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And, like a Fowler, cot
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My poor Heart;
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Yes, and I feel the smart
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Of Cupid's fatal dart,
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Since we have been apart
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Jemmy can
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With pretty Nancy
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Have his fany;
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Jemmy can,
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Tho' not so blith a Man,
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Have his will,
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Kiss and enjoy her still,
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While I on each green hill,
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Weep and lament my fill.
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I'll not wear
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The reath of willow,
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Floramilla
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Charming fair
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Shall ease me of my care;
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Who can tell,
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But she may please as well?
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No longer will I dwell
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In Love's tormenting cell.
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Moggey's Answer to Jocky. To the same Tune.
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JOckey pray
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Forbear your passion,
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And vexation;
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Lasses may
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With Loons be blith and gay:
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N'ertheless
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The height of happiness
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My Jockey shall possess;
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Then weep not to excess.
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On the green.
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In joy and pleasure,
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Out of measure,
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On the green
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My Jockey shall be seen
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Blest with love,
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For I will ever prove
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Like to the turtle-dove,
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By all the Powers above.
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