BONNY DUNDEE,
OR,
Jockey's Deliverence,
Being His Valiant
Escape from DUNDEE,
And the Parson's Daughter, whom he had mow'd.
To an Excellent tune, called, Bonny Dundee.
Licensed according to Order
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WHere got'st thou the Haver-mill Bonack,
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blind booby canst thou not see,
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Ise got it out of the Scotchman's wallet,
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as he lig lousing him under a tree,
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Come fill me my cup, come fill me my can,
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Come saddle my horse and call up my man,
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Come open the gates and let me go free,
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And shew me the way unto bonny Dundee.
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For I have neither Robbed nor Stole,
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nor have I done any perjury;
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But I have gotten a fair maid with Child,
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the Ministers Daughter of bonny Dundee:
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Come fill me my cup, come fill me my can,
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Come saddle my horse and call up my man,
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Come open the gates and let me go free,
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for ise gang no more unto bonny Dundee.
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Altho' ise gotten her maiden-head,
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gued faith ise have left her mine own in lieu,
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For when at her Daddys ise gan to bed,
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ise mow'd her without any more to do,
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Ise cuddled her close, and gave her a kiss,
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Pray tell me now where is the harm of this:
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Then open the gates and let me go free,
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For ise gan no more unto bonny Dundee.
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All Scotland nere afforded a lass,
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so bonny and blith as Jenny my dear,
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ise gave her a gown of green on the grass,
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but now ise no longer must tarry here:
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Then saddle my nag, thats bonny and gay,
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For now it is time to gan hence away:
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then open the gates and let me go free,
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shes ken me no more unto bonny Dundee.
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In liberty still I reckon to Reign,
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for why, I have done no honest man wrong,
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The parson may take his daughter again,
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for she'll be a Mammy before it is long,
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And have a Young lad or a lass of my breed;
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Ise think I have done a generous deed:
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then open the gates and let me go free,
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for ise gan no more unto bonny Dundee.
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Since Jenny, the fair, was willingly kind,
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and came to my arms with ready good will,
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A token of love ise leave her behind,
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thus have I requited her kindness still,
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Tho' Jenny the fair I often have mov'd,
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Another may reap the harvest I sow'd,
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then open the gates and let me go free,
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shes ken me no more unto bonny Dundee.
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Her Daddy would have me make her my Bride
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but have, and to hold I nere could endure,
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From bonny Dundee this day I will ride,
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it being a place not safe and secure,
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Then Jenny farewel my joy and my dear,
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With sword in my hand the passage ise clear,
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then open the gates and let me go free,
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for ise gan no more unto bonny Dundee.
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My father is a muckle good leard,
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my mother lady bonny and gay,
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then while I have skill to handle a sweard,
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the parsons Request ise never obey,
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then Sawny, my man be thou of my mind,
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in bonny Dundee we'se not be confin'd,
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the gates we will force to set ourselves free,
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and never come more unto bonny Dundee.
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then Sawny reply'd: ise never refuse
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to fight for a leard so valiant and bold,
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Whilst I have a drop of blood for to lose,
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ere any sike loon shall keep us in hold:
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this sweard in my hand ise valiantly wield,
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and fight by your side to Kill or be Kill'd.
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for forcing the gates and set ourselves free;
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And so I bid adieu to bonny Dundee.
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With sweards ready drawn they rid to the gate,
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where being deni'd an entrance thro
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the master and man they fought at that rate,
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that some ran away and others they slew,
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thus Jockey the leard, and Sawny his man,
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they valiantly fought, as High-landers can,
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in spight of the loons they set themselves free
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And so bid adieu unto bonny Dundee.
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