Jockeys Lamentation turnd into Joy:
OR,
JENNY yields at last.
Being a most delightful New Song, greatly in request both in Court and City.
To a Pleasant New Play-house Tune.
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AH! Jenny Gin, your eyn do kill,
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youl let me tell my pain;
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Geud faith Ise lovd against my will,
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but woud not break my Chain:
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I eance was calld a bonny Lad,
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till that fair face of yours,
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Betrayd the freedom once I had,
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and all my blither hours.
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And now, weys me, like Winter looks,
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my fading showring eyn;
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And on the banks of shaddowing Brooks,
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I pass the tedious time:
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Ise call the streams that glide soft on,
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to witness if they see,
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On all the banks they glide along,
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so true a Swain as me.
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No, none could ere so faithful prove,
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no love can mine exceed;
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Yet in this Maze Ise still must move,
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where hopes are all my feed:
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Then Jenny turn thy eyes on me,
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O turn thy blushing face;
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Let Jockey now some comfort spee,
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or else he dees apace.
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My flocks they all neglected are,
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and stray in yonder Grove;
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Whilst here Ise Court my pritty fair,
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and fain would have her love:
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Then prethee Jenny be not coy,
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for a more constant Swain,
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Never did bonny Lass enjoy,
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upon this flowery Plain.
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Jenny.
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Alas kind Jockey, Ise can grieve,
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to hear you sigh and moan,
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But weys me, Ise can ner believe,
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you with such passion burn:
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Swains now of late have got the knack,
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poor Damosels to betray,
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But when they once have what they lack,
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ah! then theys gang away.
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Ise cannot think kind Jockey, you
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who every Lass can Court,
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To any one can ere be true,
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should she once yield her Fort:
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For shoud Ise now believe your tongue,
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and you shoud break your troth,
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Weys me, then Jenny is undone,
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and looseth all sheen hath.
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Jockey.
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Ah! my dear Jenny, think not I,
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my love so shallow build,
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For if Ise have you not Ise dye,
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ise swear by this gay field:
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Ise languish often on these banks,
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to streams oft tell my moan;
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Witness ye Swans, whose silver ranks,
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in grief have seen me drown.
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Jenny.
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Alas! could I but think you true,
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Ise willingly could love;
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Yet swear once by your Bonnet blew,
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you ever kind will prove:
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And Ise consider ont a while,
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for, ah me! love is blind,
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And if you Jenny wont beguile,
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geud faith Ise may be kind.
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Jockey.
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I by my Bonnet swear, and all
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that ever Ise hold dear,
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Nay, Ise the woods and flocks do call,
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to witness too, my dear:
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O joyful me, come let us gang
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Ise can no longer stay,
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My joys to mighty height are sprang,
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since Jenny says not nay.
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Jenny.
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Come take my hand, but Ise do fear,
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your love in time will waste,
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And then, weys me, sad grief and care,
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to death will Jenny haste.
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Jockey.
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Fear not my Love, my joy, my Bride,
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but let us hence away,
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And you shall find by Virgins side,
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a blither Lad ner lay.
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