Jockey and Jenney:
OR,
The SCOTCH COURTSHIP.
To a pleasant new Scotch Tune, Sung in the Play of The Three
Dukes of Dunstable.
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JENNY gin you can Love,
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and are resolv'd to try me;
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Silly Scruples remove,
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and do no longer deny me,
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By thy bonny Black Eyes,
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I sware none other can move me;
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Therefore if you deny,
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you never never did love me.
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Jockey how can you mistake,
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that knows full well when you woo me,
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How my poor Heart do's ake,
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and throbs, as it would come through me
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How can you be my Friend,
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when as you are bent to my Ruine,
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All the Love you pretend,
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is only for my undoing.
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Who can tell with what Art
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this Canting nothing, call'd Honour,
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Charms my Jenny's soft heart,
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whilst Love and Jockey had won her.
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'Tis a Toy in the head,
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and muckle woe there's about it;
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Yet I'd rather be dead,
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than live in scandal without it.
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But if you'll love me, and wed,
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and guard my Honour from harms too,
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Jockey I'll take to my Bed,
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and fold him close in my Arms too:
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Talk not of Wedding, fair Sweet,
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for I must have Charms that are softer,
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I'm of the Northernly breed,
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and never shall love thee well after.
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Except you will yield to wed,
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I cannot believe you love me,
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And all that you yet have said,
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dear Jockey, will never move me,
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You love not as you pretend,
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the Arguments still you are urging,
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Designs no more, in the end,
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but to betray a poor Virgin.
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Although you tickle my knees,
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my Maiden-head still I'll save it,
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On such foolish Terms as these,
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my Jockey, you never must have it;
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But if you're willing to wed,
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I never will marry another,
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My Jockey shall come to my Bed,
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where we will pleasure each other.
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But if I should yield to your Will,
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I'm sure you would soon deceive me,
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Your evil Desires you'd fill,
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and after you quickly would leave me,
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And if I should chance to teem,
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by kissing and hugging together,
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And get a Bearn in my Wem,
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O where should I find out the Father.
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Jenny you need not fear,
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I only desire to try you;
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As true as poor Jockey is here,
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to marry he'll ne'er deny you:
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I therefore I am willing to Bed,
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and if thou wilt gang tomorrow,
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Unto a geud Kirk, and be Wed,
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we'll both bid adieu to all Sorrow.
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