THE
Scotch HAY-MAKERS:
OR,
Crafty JOCKEYs Courtship
TO
Coy Jenny of Edenborough.
To an excellent new Tune, much in Request.
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I.
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TWas within a Furlong of Edenborough Town,
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In the rosie time o th Year, when the Grass was down,
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Bonny Jockey, blith and gay, said to Jenny making Hay,
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Lets sit a little, Dear, and prattle, tis a sultry Day:
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He long had courted the black-browd Maid,
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But Jockey was a Wag, and woud neer consent to wed;
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Which made her pish and phoo, and cry it will not do,
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I cannot, cannot, cannot, wonnot, wonnot buckle too.
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II.
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He told her Marriage was grown a meer joak,
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And that no one wedded now but the Scoundrel Folk.
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Yet, my Dear, you shoud prevail, but I know not what I ail,
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I shall dream of clogs, and silly dogs, with bottles at their tails.
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But Ill give the Gloves, and a Bongrace to wear,
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And a pretty filly Foal to ride out and take the air,
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If thou ner will pish and phoo, and cry out it shall not do,
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I cannot, cannot, cannot, wonnot, wonnot buckle too.
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III.
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That youll give me Trinklits, cryd she, I believe,
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But ah! what in return must your poor Jenny give,
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When my Maiden-treasures gone, I mun gang to London Town,
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And roar and rant, and patch and paint, and kiss for half a crown;
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Each drunken Bully oblige for pay,
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And earn a hated Living an odious fulsome way:
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No, no, it ner shall do, for a Wife Ill be to you,
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Or I cannot, cannot, cannot, wonnot, wonnot buckle too.
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IV.
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Ner was I so courted in all my life before,
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You will stop young Jennys Breath, if you kiss me any more;
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Fie upon you Lad forbear, youll a silly Maid ensnare
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By your fooling so, then let me go, or your locks Ise tear,
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You are uncivil, I must be coy
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Till wedded, theres no Loon shall my Maiden-head enjoy;
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Then did she pish and phoo, and cryd, it ner will do,
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I cannot, cannot, cannot, wonnot, wonnot buckle too.
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V.
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Sike a Lad as Jockey, young Lasses would embrace,
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Who can sing them pleasant Sonnets, and dances with a grace
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On the pleasant rural Plain; do not then my Suit disdain,
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From thy charming eyes, Love, arrows flies, which renews my pain;
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Loves fresh encounter he then renewd;
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She cryd out, Fie, O fie, geud faith, yous muckle rude,
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Then did she pish and phoo, and cryd, it neer will do,
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I cannot, cannot, cannot, wonnot, wonnot buckle too.
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VI.
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If you mean to marry, Ise freely be your Bride,
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Then at pleasure you may have what is otherwise denyd,
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Neer a Loon in all the Land, shall have me at his command,
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Nor my Maiden-head, until I wed, take away your hand,
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Or else I will cry, and rend the Skie,
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For I will marryd be, or else a Maid Ill die;
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Then did she pish and phoo, and cryd, it neer will do,
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I cannot, cannot, cannot, wonnot, wonnot buckle too.
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