An ANSWER
TO THE
Scotch HAY-MAKERS.
Tune of, Twas within a Furlong of Edenborough Town.
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ATtend young Lasses all of Edenborough Town,
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I was esteem'd a Beauty late of great renown;
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But now alas, my Folly has made me melancholly,
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Since Jockeys gone, and I undone, under what grief I lye,
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By being wedded unto an Old Man;
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Twas Father and my Mother did always put me on,
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Cause he had riches too, but alas that will not do,
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Oh Jockey, Jockey, Jockey, Jockey, why deny'd I you.
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I Fifteen years have passed, and kept my Maiden-head,
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And longer like to keep it although that I am wed,
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For an old Man girls you know that can scarcely stand or go
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How should he love and nimbly move alas it can't be so
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Which makes me all the night sigh and cry,
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Oh why did I kind Jockey so oftentimes deny,
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For when that he would do, then did I pish and pooh,
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Crying cannot, cannot, wonnot, wonnot buckle too.
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How Jockey kiss'd and hugg'd me upon a Cock of Hay,
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[A]nd I, like a silly Jade, said take your hand away,
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[C]rying Jockey fie, O fie, Oh you shannot come so nigh,
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[Y]ou're like a Devil, much uncivil Ile cry out by'nd by,
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[H]ad I then known but what I do now,
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[I]de not a hindred Jockey, O no, not I, I vow,
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[B]ut would consent to do, without a pish or pooh,
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[A]nd never, never, never cry'd, I wonnot buckle too.
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But now the knot is ty'd to a man of threescore year,
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Who's snoring all the night while I'm shedding many a tear
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Welladay how am I sped, and unto an old man wed,
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Hang melancholly, farewel folly, and my doting Ned.
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Jockey I will find for he is kind,
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O what a foolish Girl was I, I was not of his mind,
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But needs must pish and pooh, and cry it shannot do,
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O silly, silly silly, fool I did not buckle too.
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Jockey overheard Jennys Complaint.
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My fairest Jenny now I love thee muckle more,
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For sike a bonny Lass Ise never saw before,
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I did hear thee much complain, and wisht to be loos'd again,
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Come let us trip it to yon Thicket, where we will remain,
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And there love imbraces we will taste,
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Then straight he flung his Arms about her slender waste,
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Crying, love now we will do now without a pish or pooh,
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So together, gether, gether went they without more ado.
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Straight this loving Couple got to the shady Grove,
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O then how kindly Jenny imbraced Jockeys love,
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Twas a pleasant Sun-shiny day, when they sat among the Hay
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Then Jockey kissing, sweetly pressing, Jenny nere said nay,
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But fetcht her breath short as if she'd dye,
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So Jockey and kind Jenny most lovingly did lye.
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She neither pisht nor pooh, but freely buckl'd too,
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Whilst Jockey, Jockey, Jockey did what he'd a mind to do.
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