A New SONG of Moggies Jealousie:
OR
Jockies Vindication
Moggy from Jockey she needs woud depart,
Though Jockey he lovd his Moggy at heart;
Jockey he wondred at Moggies strange huff,
But Moggy was jealous, and that was enough.
Tune of, You London Lads be merry; Or, Woot thou be wilfull still my Joe.
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THere was an a bonny young Lad;
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was keeping of bonny win Sheep;
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There was an a bonny young Lass,
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was a wading the waters so deep:
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Was a wading the waters so deep,
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and a little above her knee;
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And still she cryd bonny Lad,
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wilt thou come and Mow with me?
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Where art thou ganging my moggy?
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and where art thou ganging my Dove
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And woot thou go from thy poor jockey,
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and so dearly that he does love?
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Ise ganging to fair Edenborough,
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to spir for a Lad that is true;
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And if I return not to morrow,
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then Jockey Ise bid thee adieu.
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How thinkst thou that I can endure,
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to part with thee all a long night?
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When I am not able, thou art sure,
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to have thee once out of my sight:
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Tis a folly my Jockey to flatter,
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for I must gang where I did tell,
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Or offer to mince up the matter,
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so Jockey Ise bid thee farewel.
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BUt shall I gang with thee, my fair one,
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and shall I gang with thee my Joe?
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And shall it be welcome my dear one,
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to gang with my moggy, or no?
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Wel hand in hand trip to the house,
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that stands within ken of the Town:
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And there I will have a carrouse,
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and for ever take leave of my loon.
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But what have I done my moggy,
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that thou art so willing to part
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With poor unfortunate jockey,
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and break his too loving heart.
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Ise warrant his heart for a Plack,
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yeas mere a Mon then to rue,
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For a thing that ye cannot lack,
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and so Jockey Ise bid thee adieu.
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Then must we part, my jewel,
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and I never see thee no mere?
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And canst thou be so cruel,
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to eyn that loves thee lo dear?
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And have I not lovd thee as muckle,
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and have I not shown it as true?
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But I scorn to another to truckle,
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so Jockey Ise bid thee adieu.
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Now Heaven preserve my good woman,
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Ods Bread, shes jealous I trow;
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My moggy these tyers are not common,
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thy heart has had muckle to do:
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Tis onely a love-sick mistake,
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that ever can make me untrue;
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But the Parson amends he shall make,
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if you never will bid me adieu.
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How willingly I do believe thee,
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and tye thee once more to my heart
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But if thou again does deceive me,
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for ever, for ever wel part:
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But Ise am in hopes that my Jockey,
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will never more prove so untrue;
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But ever be kind to his moggy,
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nor Ise never bid him adieu.
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