The New married Scotch Couple
OR,
The Second Part of the Scotch Wedding.
They now begin in time for to consider,
How they must live, now they are joynd together,
And so they set their Grath in as geud order,
As any twa upon the Scotch Border;
Then buy it since the price is but a penny,
Tis love between a Scotch-man and his honey.
To a New Northern Tune; Or, In January last, etc. With Allowance.
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AS Jenny Crack and I,
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together liggd in Bed,
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My Jenny then, quo I,
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how likst thou to be wed?
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We now may tack of love our fill,
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theres nean can troubled be,
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Then let me kiss thy Bonny Brow,
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and cuddle close to me.
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Then Jenny smiling said,
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my Jo I find it true,
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That I too long did live a Maid,
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which now full sore I rue;
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Had I but kend that it had been,
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so sweet for to be wed,
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I would not then a been so leath,
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to loose my Maiden-head.
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But Jenny thats not all,
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now we are come together,
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We must what ere befall,
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provide against cold weather.
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Theres mare belongs, my Granny said,
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unto a wedded life,
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Then four bare legs in a bed,
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to keep us free from strife.
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Ner rack for that, quo she, my Jo,
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we never shall be poor,
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Sea lang as we have leave to do,
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as others did before;
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We something have for to begin
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the warld though tis but small,
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Then if it is thy mind my Jo,
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our gear weel reckon all.
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WHy then, quo he, I have in stock,
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three Yows aw big with Lamb,
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Twa Geices to make up the flock,
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that never suckt the Damm:
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Besides a dainty filly fole,
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which thou shalt ha my Jenny,
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If yean would ligg it in my hand,
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I wad nea tack a Guinny.
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Quo she, my Jo, now well I wot,
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that I do like it weel,
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And for my own part I ha got,
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my Grannams Spinning-Wheel:
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Besides a Case-pot and a Chirne,
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beath spick and spankin new,
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I and Skeel to fetch in Burne,
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and Vessels for to Brew.
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My Jenny thou hast won my heart,
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to tell me sike a Tale,
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For weel I do perceive by that,
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that we mun sell good Ale;
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If that the Malt-man stand my friend,
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wel have it brisk and brown,
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There shall nea sike a Coague of Ale,
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be brewd in aw the Town.
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Let me alane, quo Jenny than,
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geud custome to invite,
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For I ken many a Gentleman,
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and many a Leard, and Knight,
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That often leukt me in the face,
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and said that I was fair,
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Then let us eene provide apace,
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we need not to dispair.
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Nay hold, quo he, for by nea means,
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I can of that allow,
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That thou to any Gentleman,
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or Leard or Knight shud bow:
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I wad nea for the warld it self,
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so quickly horned be,
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Then prithee Jenny have a care,
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for to prove kind to me.
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Ner rack, quo she, ile keep a Lass,
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shall blith and bonny be,
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And ile git her a Leuking-glass,
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her beauty for to see;
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Each morn sheel don a Kerchief clean,
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and sleek her Bonny Brow,
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By that you knaw what I do mean,
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what think you on it now.
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O brave, quo he, my Jenny dear,
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thou makes me for to laugh,
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For when these merry days appear,
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i[]le sit, and smeuk, and quaff;
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And steel my noes from morn to night,
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until the ground leuk blew,
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And swear, and swagger, drink and fight,
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amang the jovial crew.
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Then let us gang about it streight,
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for since that we are married,
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We mun nea ligg too long in bed,
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this pace will never carryt;
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When we are up about our wark,
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mare ways we may devise,
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Then Jenny let us don our cleaths,
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for it is time to rise.
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