An Excellent new Scotch Song Calll'd
The bonny Grey-Ey'd Morn.
OR,
Jockey Rous'd with LOVE.
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THE bon-ny grey Ey'd Morn be--gan to peep,
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when Jockey rous'd with Love came blith-ly on,
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and I who wishing lay, de-priv'd of sleep,
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abhor'd the lazey hours that slow did run.
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but muckle were my Joy when in my view,
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I from the Window sppy'd my on-ly dear,
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I took the wings of Love and to him flew,
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for I had fancy'd all my Heav'n was there.
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Upon my Bosom Jockey laid his Head,
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And sighing told me pretty Tales of Love,
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My yielding Heart at ev'ry word he said,
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Did flutter up and down and strangely move:
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He sighing kiss'd my Hand, and vow'd & swore,
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That I had ore his Heart a Conquest gain'd,
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then blushing beg'd that I would grant him more
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Which he alas too soon, too soon obtain'd.
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Not that I do repent I did comply,
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But this I needs must own, my yielding Heart
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Was quickly overcome by Jockeys Eye,
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Which gives a deeper wound then Cupids dart;
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His Cheeks were Cherry red, his Lips the same
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His Tongue so many Charms could still express
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That e'ry word he said did raise new Flame,
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And kindled, kindled Fire in my Breast.
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My Jockey does a thousand ways beside
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Express himself in tender Love to me,
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With arms about my waist he sighing cry'd,
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Oh give me thy consent, or Ise mun dee:
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Then with a gentle Kiss does beg again,
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That his poor wounded Heart I would but cure,
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Not thinking that I felt his Love-sick Pain,
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For I alas, was his, was his before.
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And now I could no longer hide my Pain,
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But let my dearest Jockey know my Heart;
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Oh! how he hug'd me in his Arms again,
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And e'ry Kiss he gave did ease my Smart,
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Then vowing ore and ore between each Kiss,
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He constant would remain while life did last,
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Now tell me Lovers, where's the hurt of this,
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For to enjoy when that the Knot's ty'd fast.
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