Answer to Sawny.
Wherein Loves Cruelty is requited, Or, The Inconstant Lover justly
Despised.
Being a Relation how Sawney being Disabled and and turnd out of Doors by the Miss of London
town, is likewise scorned and rejected by his Country Lass, and forced to wander where he may
Jenny at at last in a most woful case,
Is forcd to leave the Patchd and Painted face;
For money there rules all, and when tis gone,
The Cully is no longer writed on:
Down to his Jenny he does hye with speed,
But she remembers his Ungrateful deed;
Nor will forgive though on his knees he fall,
So Mortifyd he is despisd by all.
To the Tune of, Sawney will ner be my Love again.
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WHen Sawny left me he had store of Gilt,
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but he hath spent it in London Town;
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And now is returnd to his Sun-burnd face,
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his own dear joy in a Russet Gown:
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Hes come for another Sark and Band,
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and coakess me for more of my Coin;
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But Ise guid-faith, shall hold thy hand
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For Sawny shall never more be mine.
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Sawny rid home on a Running Nagg,
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and fain woud he have me gang to the shade,
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But never was Scot in such a case,
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with riding upon a London Jade,
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But now he repents oth Painted face,
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and bans the Lewd Queans of London fine:
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He fain woud have let his Nag run a race
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But Sawny shall never more be mine.
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He now would Angle in my Fish-pond,
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to quench those flames that scorch him so;
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And woud put it in with his own hand,
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b[u]t let him gang where the North-wi[n]ds blow,
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Ise be content with my former dream,
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nor at his absence will I repine;
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No more will Ise tast of his Curds and Cream,
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For Sawny never more shall be mine.
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But yet methought thae Ise was sad,
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to see poor Sawny look so forlorn;
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To think what glee Ise once from him had,
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and that Ise shoud now his kindness scorn:
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Guid faith he look both pale and wan,
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repenting that he had been so unk[i]nd:
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And begd of me for a Sark and band,
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But Sawny shall never more be mine.
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HE told me he woud be now my Slave
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and never more see London Town
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But ganging with me shoud think it brave,
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take more delight in my Russet Gown
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Then in that filthy Copper Lace,
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that covers Harlets void of Grace,
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Poxd and Patchd with an Impudent face;
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But Sawny shall never more be mine.
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Guid faith Ise keep close my two-leavd Book,
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Ise will not trust him to gang between;
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Lest my Fish-pond is spoild with his Hook,
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because he hath liggd with a London Quean:
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She having gulld him of all his store,
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Bid him to gang and seek for more,
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And now hes returnd both maimd and poor;
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But Sawny shall never more be mine.
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Tho he shewd me the gay green tree,
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on which he oft had carvd my name;
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Whilst Primroses Ise pluckd hard by,
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and made him Nosegays of the same:
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Guid faith Ise smile to see him weep,
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Because his promise he did not keep,
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But with a Miss oth Town did sleep;
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Yet Sawny shall never more be mine.
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Ise bid him gang from whence he came,
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and to the London Mort declare,
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He had wrongd me, and coud not for shame;
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to me for House or Land repair:
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He told me that she was muckle Fag,
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For when he had emptied his bag,
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She sent him home with a running Nagg,
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Yet Sawny shall never more be mine.
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And that he did intreat her still,
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but she was cruel and would not hear,
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Swearing she would poor Sawny kill,
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if that he stayed any longer there:
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Thus any ene may plainly see,
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What he got by leaving of me,
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And what the Queans of London be,
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Yet Sawny shall never more be mine.
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Thus may the Lasses see how I paid
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him for his base inconstancy
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Who for to ride on a London jade,
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cockt up his Bonnet and gangd from me
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For which I shall requite him now,
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And no more of his kindness allow,
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But let him grng home to his Fhthers Plow,
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For Sawney shall never more be mine.
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