The Loves of Jockey and Jenny:
OR,
The Scotch Wedding.
A most pleasant New Song.
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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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Guid Faith Ile lovd against my will,
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but woud not break my Chain:
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Jeance 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 faded 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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Ile 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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Jockey.
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Weys me, can Jenny doubt my love,
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when all the Lasses see,
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That I done flight each mikle Dove,
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and languish but for thee?
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Ise have Five Acres of good Lond,
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both Sheep and muckle Kine;
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And all for Jenny to Command,
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sweet Jenny then be mine.
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Jenny.
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Weys me when Jockey kens my store
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hes will repent his pain;
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And all his mickle suit give ore,
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poor Jenny hel disdain,
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Jockey.
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Now by this blasted Oak I swear,
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Ise cannot chuse but moan:
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Does Jenny think Ise love for Geer,
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ne tis her self alone.
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Ile have a pail to milk the Ews,
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two Dishes and four Spoon;
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Besides Cheese-Fats the Curds to scrue
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a Pot and two new Shoon:
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A Ladle, Spit and Dripping-Pan,
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two Stools and one Straw-Bed;
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On which poor Jockey wad full fain
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get Jennys Maiden-head.
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Jenny
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Nay if mine Jockey be so stord,
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wes ne no more to buy;
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Geud faith Ise have a muckle hoard,
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that will the rest supply:
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Ise have two Cheeses made of whey,
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a Pudding Tub and Pan;
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To fry Tripe on the Wadding-day,
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if Jockey be the Man.
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Geud faith, since Jennys pleasd to bless
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her Love-sick humble Swain;
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Ise by this shade do now profess,
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Ise constant will remain:
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Yea, byth agreement now Ise swear,
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Ise allways loving prove:
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So that each Lass shall envy her,
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to see how well Ise love.
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If Jockeys Riches will not do,
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thy Jenny will not fail,
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To take her Kettle and go Brew
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a cragg of Nappy Ale:
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A strike of Mault with pain and care,
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well Houswivd may do well;
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Tis stock enough for we poor Folk,
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that Brew good Ale to sell.
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Jenny.
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Then let us gang to muckle John;
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that he may tye the ;
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That I your joys may hasten on,
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sin, tis kind Jockeys Lott:
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With all his heart Jockey will gang,
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and happy shall he be:
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To hugg his Jenny all night long,
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in mickle mirth and glee.
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Then good sir, Donkin, by your leave,
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a Wadding we mun have;
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Dost see the Skippets and Belloons,
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with Lads and Lasses brave?
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Ise Jockey take thee Jenny true,
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to be my wadded Wife;
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Forsake my Loons and Lubber-Loons,
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to please thee all my life.
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