An excellent new Play-House Song;
called, the bonny Gray-ey'd
Morn;
OR,
Jockie rouz'd with Love.
To an excellent new Tune.
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THe bonny Gray-ey'd Morn began for to peep
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when Jockie rouz'd with Love came blithly on;
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And I who wishing lay depriv'd of Sleep,
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abhor'd the lazy Hours that slow did run.
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But meikle were my Joy's, when in my View
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I from the Window spy'd my only Dear:
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I took the Wings of Love and to him flew,
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for I had fancy'd all my Heaven was there.
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Upon my Bosom Jockie laid his Head,
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and sighing told me pretty Tales of Love
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My yielding Heart, at every Word he said,
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did flutter up and down, and strangely move:
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He sighing, kiss'd my hand, and vow'd and swore,
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that I had o'er his Heart a Conquest gain'd.
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Then blushing begg'd, that I would grant him more
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which he alas! too soon, too soon obtain'd.
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Nor that I do repent, I did comply;
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but this I needs must own, my yielding Heart
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Was quickly overcome by Jockie's Eye,
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which gave a deeper Wound than Cupids dart,
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His Cheeks were Cherry red, his Lips the same,
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his Tongue so many Charms could still express:
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That every word he said did raise new Flames,
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and kindled, kindled Fire in my Breast.
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My Jockie does a thousand Ways beside,
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express hims[e]lf in tender Love to me:
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With Arms about my Waste, he sighing cry'd,
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oh give me thy Consent or I must die,
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Then with a gentle Kiss doth beg again,
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that his poor wounded H[e]art I would but cure,
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Nor thinking that I felt his Love-sick Pain,
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for alas! 'twas his, 'twas his before.
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And now! I could no longer hide my Pain,
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but let my dearest Jockie know my Heart.
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Oh, how he hugg'd me in his Arms again!
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and ev'ry Kiss he gave did ease my Smart;
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Then vowing o'er and o'er betwixt each Kiss,
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he constant would remain while Life did last;
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Now tell me Lovers; where's the Hurt of this,
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for to enjoy, when that the Knot's ty'd fast?
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