The Scotch Lasses Constancy:
OR,
JENNYs Lamentation for the Death of JOCKEY.
Who for her sake was Unfortunately Kill'd by SAWNY in a Duel.
Being a most pleasant Song, to a Delightful New Tune.
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TWa Bonny Ladds were Sawny and Jockey,
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But Jockey was Lo'd and Sawny unlucky;
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Yet Sawny was tall, well-favour'd and witty,
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But I's in my heart thought Jockey more pritty:
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For when he view'd me, su'd me, woo'd me,
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never was Ladd so like to undo me:
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Fie I cry'd, and almost dy'd,
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least Jockey wou'd gang and come no mere to me.
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(2)
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Jockey would Love, but he would not Marry,
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And I was afraid that I shou'd miscarry;
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For his cunning Tongue with Wit was so guilded,
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That I had a dread my heart wou'd a yielded:
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Dayly he prest me, blest me, kist me,
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Lost was the hour methought when he mist me;
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Crying, denying, and sighing, I woo'd him,
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And mickle adoe I had to get from him.
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(3)
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But unlucky Fate robb'd me of my Jewel,
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For Sawny would make him fight in a Duel;
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Then down in a Dale with Cyprus surrounded,
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Oh! there in my sight poor Jockey was wounded:
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But when he thrill'd him, fell'd him, kill'd him,
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Who can express my grief that beheld him?
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Raging, I tore my Hair to bind him,
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And vowed and swore I'de ne'r stay behind him.
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(4)
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I'se shriek'd and I'se cry'd, wae's me so unhappy,
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For I'se now have lost mine nene sweet Jockey:
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Sawny I curst, and bid him to flye me,
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I vow'd and I swore he shou'd ne'r come nigh me,
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But I'd spight him, hate him, fight him,
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And never again wou'd Jenny like him:
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Though he did sigh and almost dye,
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He cry'd fie on me, cause I did slight him.
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(5)
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And from me I'se bid him straightway be ganging,
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When with arms a cross, and head down hanging:
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Whilst that my poor Jockey was a dying,
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He to the Woods then departed sighing:
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And his breath wanted, panted, fainted,
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Whilst that for him my tears were not scanted:
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I'se beat my breast, and my grief expressed,
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Wae's me that Death my joy has suppressed.
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(6)
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At which my Jockey a little reviving,
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And with Death as it were he lay then striving,
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Open'd his Eyes and looked upon me,
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And faintly sigh'd, Ah! Death has undone me:
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Jenny my Honey I'se must part from thee,
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But when I'm dead, sure there's none will wrong thee,
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I did love thee, and that did move me
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To Fight, that so a man I'se might prove me.
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(7)
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But ah cruel Fate to Death I am wounded,
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Oh! and with that again he then swounded;
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Whilst for to dress his wound I apply'd me,
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But wae alas his Life was deny'd me:
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Death had appaul'd him, gaul'd him, thrall'd him,
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So that he dy'd, with grief I beheld him:
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And left poor Jenny all a mourning,
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And cruel Sawny cursing and scorning.
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(8)
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From Jockies cold Lips I often stole Kisses,
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The which whilst he lived were still my blisses:
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A thousand times I did sob, sigh it,
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And mickle ado I'se had to be quiet:
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For as I ey'd him, spy'd him, ply'd him,
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Never a thought could then pass beside him:
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I'se bann the Fates that Life denying,
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Had robb'd me of Jockey, and long I sat sighing.
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(9)
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Till I'se at last with Cyprus crown'd him,
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And with my tears I'se almost drown'd him:
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The Turtles about us then came flying,
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And mourning, coo'd, to seem a sighing:
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I'se view'd him, ru'd him, with flowers strew'd him,
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And with my love to the last pursu'd him:
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Resolving that I'se not stay behind him,
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But sighing, dye, and seek for to find him.
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