The Scotch Lasses Constancy:
OR,
JENNYs Lamentation for the Death of JOCKEY.
Who for her sake was Unfortunately Killd by SAWNY in a Duel.
Being a most pleasant New Song, to a New Tune.
Twas Bonny Ladds were Sawny and Jockey, But Jockey was Lod and Sawny unlucky; Yet
Sawny was tall, well-favourd and witty, But Is in my heart thought Jockey more pritty:
For when he viewd me, sud me, wood me, never was Ladd so like to undo me:
Fie I cryd, and almost dyd, least Jockey woud gang and come no mere to me.
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(2)
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Jockey would Love, but he would not Marry,
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And I was afraid that I shoud miscarry;
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For his cunning Tongue with Wit was so guilded,
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That I had a dread my heart woud a yielded:
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Dayly he prest me, blest me, kist me,
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Lost was the hour methought when he mist me;
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Crying, denying, and sighing, I wood him,
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And mickle adoe I had to get from him.
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(3)
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But unlucky Fate robbd me of my Jewel,
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For Sawny would make him fight in a Duel;
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Then down in a Dale with Cyprus surrounded,
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Oh! there in my sight poor Jockey was wounded:
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But when he thrilld him, felld him, killd him,
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Who can express my grief that beheld him?
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Raging, I tore my Hair to bind him,
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And vowed and swore Ide ner stay behind him.
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(4)
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Ise shriekd and Ise cryd, waes me so unhappy;
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For Ise now have lost mine nene sweet Jockey
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Sawny I curst, and bid him to flye me,
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I vowd and I swore he shoud ner come nigh me,
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But Id spight him, hate him, fight him,
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And never again woud Jenny like him:
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Though he did sigh and almost dye,
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He cryd fie on me, cause I did slight him.
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(5)
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And from me Ise bid him straightway be ganging,
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When with arms a cross, and head down hanging:
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Whilst that my poor Jockey was a dying,
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He to the Woods then departed sighing:
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And his breath wanted, panted, fainted,
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Whilst that for him my tears were not scanted:
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Ise beat my breast, and my grief expressed,
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Waes me that Death my joy has suppressed.
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At which my Jockey a little reviving,
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And with Death as it were he lay then striving,
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Opend his Eyes and looked upon me,
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And faintly sighd, Ah! Death has undone me:
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Jenny my Honey Ise must part from thee,
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But when Im dead, sure theres none will wrong thee,
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I did love thee, and that did move me
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To Fight, that so a man Ise might prove me.
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(7)
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But ah cruel Fate to Death I am wounded,
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Oh! and with that again he then swounded;
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Whilst for to dress his wound I applyd me,
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But wae alas his Life was denyd me:
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Death had appauld him, gauld him, thralld him,
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So that he dyd, with grief I beheld him:
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And left poor Jenny all a mourning,
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And cruel Sawny cursing and scorning.
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(8)
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From Jockies cold Lips I often stole Kisses,
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The which whilst he lived were still my blisses:
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A thousand times I did sob, sigh it,
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And mickle ado Ise had to be quiet:
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For as I eyd him, spyd him, plyd him,
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Never a thought could then pass beside him:
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Ise bann the Fates that Life denying,
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Had robbd me of Jockey, and long I sat sighing.
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Till Ise at last with Cyprus crownd him,
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And with my tears Ise almost drownd him:
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The Turtles about us then came flying,
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And mourning, cood, to seem a sighing:
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Ise viewd him, rud him, with flowers strewd him,
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And with my love to the last pursud him:
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Resolving that Ise not stay behind him,
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But sighing, dye, and seek for to find him.
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