JOCKEYs Escape from bonny Dundee.
To its own proper Tune.
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WHere got thou the Haver-meal Bannock?
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Blind Bubby, canst thou not see?
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I got them out of a Scotch Mans Wallat,
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As he lay Easing under a Tree.
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Come fill up my Cup, come fill up my Can,
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Come Saddle my Horse, and call up my Man,
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Come open the Gates, and let me go free,
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And shew me the Way to bonny Dundee.
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For I have neither robd nor stolen,
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Nor have I done any Injury,
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But I have got a fair Maid with Bairn,
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The Ministers Daughter of bonny Dundee.
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Come fill up my Cup, come fill up my Can,
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Come Saddle my Horse, and call up my Man,
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Come open the Gates, and let me go free,
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And Ise gang na mare to bonny Dundee.
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Altho Ive gotten her Maiden-head,
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Good sooth Ive given her mine in Lieu,
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For when at her Daddies Ise gang to Bed,
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Ise kiss her without any more ado.
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Ise cuddle her close, and give her a Kiss,
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Pray tell me now where is the Harm in this?
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Then open the Gates and let me go free,
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And Ise gang no more to bonny Dundee.
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All Scotland neer had such a Lass,
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So bonny and blyth, as Jenny my Dear,
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I give her a Gown of Green on the Grass,
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But now I no longer must tarry here.
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Then Saddle my Nagg thats bonny and gay,
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For now it is Time to go hence away,
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Then open the Gates and let me go free,
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Shes ken me no more in bonny Dundee.
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In Liberty still I recon to Reign,
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For why I have done no honest Man Wrong,
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The Parson may take his Daughter again,
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For shell be a Mammy before its too long.
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And have a young Lad or Lass of my Bread,
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For I have done her a general Deed,
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Then open the Gates, and let me go free,
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For Ise gang no more to bonny Dundee.
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Since Jenny the fair was willing and kind,
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And came to my Arms with right good Will;
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A Token of Love Ive left her behind,
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Thus have I requited my Kindness still.
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Tho Jenny the fair I often had kissd,
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Another may reap the Harvest I sowd,
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Then open the Gates, and let me go free,
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And Ill never come more to bonny Dundee.
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Her Dadd would have me to make her my Bride,
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But to have and to hold, I could never endure,
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From bonny Dundee this Day I will ride,
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It being a Place not safe and secure.
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Then Jenny farewell, my Joy and my Dear,
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With Sword in my Hand the Passage Ise clear,
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Then open the Gates and let me go free,
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For Ise gang no more to bonny Dundee.
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My Father he is a mukle good Laird,
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My Mother a Lady bonny and gay,
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Then while I have Strength to handle a Sword,
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The Parsons Request Ill never obey.
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Then Sandy, my Man, be thou of my Mind,
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In bonny Dundee wes neer be confind,
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The Gates we will force to set our selves free,
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And never come more to bonny Dundee.
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Then Sandy replyd, Ill never refuse,
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To fight for a Laird so valiant and bold,
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While I have a Drop of Blood for to loose,
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Ere any fickle Lown shall keep me in Hold.
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With Sword in my Hand, Ill valiantly stand,
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And fight by your side to kill or be killd,
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For forcing the Gates, and set our selves free,
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And so bid adieu to bonny Dundee.
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With Sword ready drawn they rode to the Gate,
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Where being denyd an Entrance through,
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The Master and Man they fought at that rate,
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That some ran away, and others they slew.
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Thus Jockey the Laird and Sandy the Man,
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They valiantly fought as Highlanders can,
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In Sight of the Lowns they set themselves free,
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And so bid adieu to bonny Dundee.
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