Beautifull MOGGY:
OR,
Scotch JEMMYs Delight.
BEING
A brief Account of a late Wooing and Wedding at the
City of Edinborough.
To the Tune of The Female Trooper.
Licensed according to Order.
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I.
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MOggy full as blithe and gay
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As Flora in the Month of May;
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Beautified with all the Charms of Love,
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As ever Female boasted of.
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Jemmy went this Lass to Wooe,
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With Swerd, and Belt, and Bonnet blue;
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With a noble Feather neat and trim,
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Scarce a Scottish Laird was like to him.
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Prithee be free, my Dear, said he,
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For to suffer me to lig by thee,
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Till next day Noon; she answer'd soon,
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Ise will never yield to sike a Loon.
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II.
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Moggy I has Gold and Pearl,
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The which Ise freely give my Girl;
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Rings, and Jewels, nay, and all that's mine,
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For the bless'd minute I'd resign;
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Therefore do not answer no,
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But muccle Love and Kindness show;
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For thy Beauty doth my Heart surprize,
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It is wounded by those charming Eyes;
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Thy Beauty bright is my Delight,
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For the sake of which the World I slight;
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Sike Lass as thee Ise never see,
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Dearest, be but loving, kind, and free.
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III.
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Ise a Laird of muccle Fame,
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Who from the Town of Glasgow came,
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For to kiss and court my charming fair,
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With whom the World cannot compare:
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Grant me but a Night's Repose,
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Close by thy side, my blushing Rose,
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Till the Morning Sun doth gild the Grove,
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Where we will both dissolve in Love;
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There in my Arms, Cupids Alarms,
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Shall invite us to those tempting Charms,
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Which shall agree with thee and me,
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And next Morning both we'll Married be.
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IV.
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Jemmy prithee now forbear,
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Ise can avoid thy tempting Snare;
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For I tell thee there is not a Loon,
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That shall attain my Love so soon:
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Tho' you are a Scottish Laird,
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Your Glory Ise will not regard,
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Never any shall lig by my side,
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Till Ise be made a lawfull Bride:
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Should you obtain, what you would fain,
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Ise alas! in Sorrow might remain;
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Yet e'er I'll try your Constancy,
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Here a Maiden I will live and dye.
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V.
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Jemmy found he could not have,
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What he so earnestly did crave;
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This his Loyal Love enflam'd the more,
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So that her Charms he did adore,
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And strait he gave her Heart and Hand,
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No longer they disputing stand,
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But unto the Kirk resolv'd to go,
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Since she was free it should be so:
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Scotch Lairds was there, and Ladies fair,
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Yet not any Beauty could compare,
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With the sweet Bride, who Thousands ey'd,
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Counting her the Scottish Kingdom's Pride.
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