Unconstant PEGGY:
OR,
Scotch JEMMY's sorrowful Lamentation for the Loss of his
Love, who left him Languishing for her sake.
To an Excellent New Scotch Tune. Licensend according to Order.
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I.
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BOnny Lad, prithee lay thy Pipe down,
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tho' blith are thy Notes they have now no power,
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Since my joy my dear Peggy is gone,
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and banish'd quite from me, Love now no more:
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My good Friends that do ken my grief,
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with Songs and Stories, a Cure would find;
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But alas! they bring no Relief,
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For Peggy still runs in mind.
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II.
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When I visit the Park or Play,
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they aw without Peggy a Desart seem,
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She's still in my sight aw the Day
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and aw the long Night too she haunts my Dream:
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Sometimes, fancying a Heaven of Charms,
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I wake, and robb'd of my dear delight,
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Find she ligs in another Man's Arms,
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oh! then 'tis she kills me out-right.
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III.
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On her I placed aw muckle joy,
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she being a bonny Lass, blith and gay,
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Yet all my Wishes she does destroy,
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another hath stolent her heart away;
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My sweet Peggy, dear Peggy, Ise cry,
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return to they Jemmy once again,
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And do not my proffered Love deny,
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for fear my poor Heart should break in 'twain.
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IV.
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She's not regard the moan I make,
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tho' passionate Letters to her send;
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But does all solemn Vows forsake,
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and proves a False-hearted deceitful Friend;
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She was my joy, and my chief delight,
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Ise swear by all the Powers above,
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But all my joys have taken their flight,
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and Peggy will ruine her Love.
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V.
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Methinks I see her where she lies,
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on Jockey's soft Pillow and Downy Bed,
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He having gain'd the Golden Prize,
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while I have a Heart more heavy than Lead;
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The Torment which I now undergo,
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geud faith I can no longer conceal,
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Since she delights to torture me so,
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the Arrows of Cupid I feel.
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VI.
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The which has made so deep a Wound,
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that no one but she is able to Cure,
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Besides I lye a Captive Bound,
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in Languishing Fetters of Love secure;
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I from these Chains shall never get Free,
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but must I fear, this Grief undergo,
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For I can love no Creature she
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tho' Peggy does torture me so.
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VII.
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I had the choice of Ladies fair,
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all born in the Town of bonny Dundee,
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Adorn'd in Gold and Silken hair,
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and they had a love and kindness for me:
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Yet I could these sweet Ladies forsake,
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Peggy alone ran still in my Mind,
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Resolv'd I was my Vows I'd not break
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but Peggy has done it I find.
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VIII.
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There's none more false then Women-kind,
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whose beautiful Charms young Gallants adore,
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They in a moment change their mind,
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denying all Vows they had made before;
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The Truth of this I find to my Cost,
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my Love she sleeps in anothers Arms,
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And since I have thus her favour lost,
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I'll never more Dote on their Charms.
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