An Excellent New Scotch Song,
Called, The
Bonny Grey-Eyed Morn;
OR
Jockey Roused With Love.
To a Pleasant New Scotch Tune.
Licensed according to Order.
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THe bonny Grey-ey'd morn began to peep,
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when Jockey rous'd with love came blithly on
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And I who wishing lay depriv'd of sleep,
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abhord the lazy hours that slow did run:
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But muckle were my joy when in my view
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I from the window spy'd my only dear,
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I took the wings of love and to him flew,
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for I had fancy'd all my Heaven was there.
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Upon my bosom Jockey laid his head,
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and sighing told me pritty tales of love,
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My yielding heart at every word he said,
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did flutter up and down and strangely move:
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He sighing kist my hand, then vow'd and swore
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that I had ore his heart a Conquest gain'd,
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Then blushing beg'd that I would grant him more
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which he alas too soon too soon obtain'd.
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Not that I do repent I did comply,
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but this I needs must own, my yielding heart
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Was quickly overcome by Jockey's eye,
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which gives a deeper wound than Cupids dart,
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His Cheeks were cherry red, his Lips the same
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his tongue so many charms would still express,
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That e'ery word he speak did raise new flame,
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and kindled kindled fire in my breast.
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My Jockey does a thousand ways beside
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express himself in tender love to me,
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With Arms about my waste he sighing cry'd,
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oh give me thy consent or ise mun dee,
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then with a gentle kiss does beg again,
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that his poor wounded heart I would but cure,
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Not thinking that I felt his love-sick pain,
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for I alas was his was his before.
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But now I could no longer hide my pain,
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I let my dearest Jockey know my heart,
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Oh how he hug'd me in his arms again,
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and e'ery kiss he gave did ease my smart;
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then vowing ore and ore between each kiss,
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he constant would remain while life did last.
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Now tell me Lovers where's the harm of this,
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for to enjoy when that the Knots ty'd fast.
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