The Scotch Lasses Choice,
OR,
Jennys Love for Jockey's Kindnes.
An Excellent New Song, much in Request.
To a pleasant New Scotch Tune.
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I.
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LOng Cold Nights, when Winter Frozen,
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Jockyes head lay on my Bosom;
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Now each wanton Lass pursues him,
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Ah-wa's-me, that I must loose him:
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Sawney and Jemmy came often to try me,
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Philly and Willy would fain ligg by me;
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But, alas! they do but Teaze me,
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Jockey he alone can please me.
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II.
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When he Writes his Love in Meeter,
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When he Sings to make it sweeter,
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To the Clouds my Soul was driven,
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Then I thought myself in Heaven;
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Fether and Mether that knew little of it,
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Woo'd me, and su'd me, to Wed for profit;
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But had Fate been bad or luckey,
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Ise wou'd ne'r forsake poor Jockey.
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III.
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Wot ye weel why I adore him,
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Wou'd you know why Ise dye for him?
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He was young, and blith, and bonny,
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And cou'd love the best of any:
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When Ise was lying in dying condition,
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Jockey wou'd still be my best Physician;
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Though the Doctor ne'r cou'd please me,
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He had still a Doze wou'd ease me.
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IV.
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In his Arms he wou'd infold me,
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And he there so fast would hold me,
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That Ise hardly cou'd get from him,
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May geud Fortune light upon him.
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With Kisses and blisses my heart reviving,
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Philly and Willy they fain wou'd deprive him
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Of my Love, to him so mickle,
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But geud faith, Ise not so fickle.
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V.
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Sawney fine as any Leard too,
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With a blew Bonnet and Sweard too;
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Woo'd me, and wou'd fain have led me
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To the Kirk, there for to Wed me:
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Gin Fether and Mether they both consented,
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But Ise fear'd Ise should after repent it;
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To Marry wou'd be Unlucky
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Any but my neane sweet Jockey.
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But ah-wa's-me, Ise am fearful,
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And cannot be glad and Chearful;
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The Lasses make sike a doing,
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And my Jockey from me Wooing;
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They wou'd if they cou'd, by their kindness move him
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Molly and Dolly too, vow they do love him;
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If Jockey is from me flying,
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Ah-wa's-me, then Jennys dying.
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But Jockey vow'd by his Bonnet,
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He'd Wed me what e're came on it;
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Without the consent of either,
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My Old Fether or my Mether:
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For be they willing or no, Ise ne'r tarry,
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But as soon as I can, my Jockey Marry:
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Then wee's both will ligg together,
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And ne'r matter the Cold Weather.
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