JOCKEY and JENNEY:
OR, THE
Yielding MAID overtaken.
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TWAS in the month of May, Jo,
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When Jockey first I spyd,
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He lookd as fair as day too,
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Gud gin Id been his bride:
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With cold black eyne and milk-white hand,
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Ise neer yet saw the like,
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I wish I had gin aw my land,
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Ise neer had seen the Dike.
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He fixd his eyne upon me,
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With aw the signs of love,
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Ise thought they would gang thro me,
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So fiercely they did move.
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He tuke me in his eager arms,
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Ise made but faint denials;
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Ise then alas, found aw his charms,
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Woe worth such fatal trials.
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The bonny Lad at last Jo,
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Was forcd tell gang away,
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But Ise had eane stuck fast tho,
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Full nine months from that day.
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And now poor Jennys maidenhead,
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Shame on t they find is lost,
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The little brat has aw betrayd,
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Was ever Lass thus crossd.
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The Second PART
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ONE day young Jenny with her son,
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She to the fields did go,
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Unto some pleasant Valley, where
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Sweet smelling flowers did grow;
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She sat herself down on the ground,
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With tears under a tree,
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Crying Jockey has me betrayd,
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And will not marry me.
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Now Jockey was a millers son,
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Of Edinbrough Town,
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And as she sat lamenting there,
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With tears upon the ground,
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She see Jockey upon a horse
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Come riding on the way,
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And on his flute this muckle Lad
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Melodiously did play.
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So soon as she beheld his face,
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She straitway did arise,
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To go and meet this bonny lad,
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The tears stood in her eyes.
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But when she came to him she cryd,
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Youve got my maidenhead,
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This brat has brought my shame to light,
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When will you with me wed.
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With that Jockey he did alight,
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And with a sweet embrace,
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He said to her, My dearest Dear,
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To-morrow in this place,
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If youll be sure to meet me here,
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We to the Kirk will hie,
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And there, my dear, the marriage-knot
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In love we then will tye.
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Then with a kiss they both did part,
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And met again next day
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They were both marryd after that,
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And home they went their Way,
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Unto a house, whereas that day
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In joy and mirth was spent,
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Thus Jenny she was made a wife,
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Unto her hearts content.
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