Jenny, Jenny; Or, The false-hearted Knight,
And Kind-hearted Lass.
He wooed fair Jenny, but he would not be wed,
He only sued to get her Maiden-head,
Which having got, he did poor Jenny slight,
And left her like a false disloyal Knight,
Now she that was in hopes to be a Lady,
Hath time enough to sing ba low my baby.
To a New Scotch Tunt: Or; Jenny, Jenny, etc.
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THere was a Lass in our Town,
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and she was wondrous fair,
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There was a Knight of high renown,
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and he was wondrous rare;
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for the love of thee I dye,
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Jenny, Jenny,
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'Tis for the love of thee I dye
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Jenny, Jenny.
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'Tis pitty that a Knight so gay,
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should dy for the love of me,
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I had rather lose my life to day,
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then such a thing should be.
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Then gang along with me, quoth he,
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Jenny, Jenny,
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Then gang along with me, quoth he,
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Jenny, Jenny.
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What would my Daddy and Mammy say
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if I with thee should ben,
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That sure I was run away
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with whom I did not ken.
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Pish, lay all the blame upon my back,
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Jenny, Jenny,
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Lig all the blame upon my back,
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Jenny, Jenny.
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But what if I should prove with Child,
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as it perhaps may be,
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Then you must provide a Nursing bower,
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for your young Son and me.
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Then down to yonder Green-wood go,
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Jenny, quoth he,
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Then down to yonder Green-wood go,
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Jenny, Jenny.
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ANd down in yonder green-wood,
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I ken it well of old,
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Where I shall sustain enough of
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both hunger and of cold.
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The lig the Trees upon the fire,
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Jenny, quoth he,
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Then lig the Trees upon the fire,
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Jenny, Jenny.
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Now you have had your will of me,
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and brought me unto shame,
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If I do beg some boons of ye,
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say not I am too blame:
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Well fare thy bonny brow, quoth he,
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Jenny, Jenny,
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Now tell what thou wouldst have of me:
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Jenny, Jenny.
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May't please your kind courtesie
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to gang under yonders town,
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May't please your kind courtesie
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to buy me a Silken Gown.
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Mend the old one for a new, quoth he,
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Jenny, Jenny,
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Mend the old one for a new, quoth he,
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Jenny, Jenny.
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May't please you of kind courtesie
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to gang into yonder Fare,
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May't please your kind courtesie,
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to buy me an ambling Mare.
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Ride on they Spinning-wheel, quoth he,
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Jenny, Jenny,
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Ride on thy Spinning-wheel, quoth he,
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Jenny, Jenny.
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I pray you will not angry be
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whilst I beg one small Boon,
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May't please your kind courtesie
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to buy me a pair of Shoon.
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Let him that rides thee next, shooe thee quod he.
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Jenny, Jenny,
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For thou shalt ne'r be shod by me,
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Jenny, Jenny.
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Once more I beg your kind courtesie,
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to gang to yonders Teek,
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And there do so much for me
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as buy me a seeing Kit.
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Kit even in the Well, quoth he,
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Jenny, Jenny,
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For there thy beauty thou mayst see,
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Jenny, Jenny.
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By this young Lasses all may learn
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how they do yield to love,
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And not to trust deluding men,
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that will false hearted prove.
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Had Jenny kept her Maiden-head,
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she might a liv'd free,
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But now I do lament the case
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of Jenny, Jenny.
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