Jennies Answer to Sawny.
Wherein Loves Cruelty is requited, Or, The Inconstant Lover justly
Despised.
Being a Relation how Sawney being Disabled and and turn'd 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 last in a most woful case,
Is forc'd to leave the Patch'd 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 Mortify'd he is despis'd by all.
To the Tune of, Sawney will ne'r 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 return'd to his Sun-burn'd face,
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his own dear joy in a Russet Gown:
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He's come for another Sark and Band,
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and coakes's me for more of my Coin;
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But I'se 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 wou'd 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 o'th Painted face,
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and bans the Lewd Queans of London fine:
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He fain wou'd 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 wou'd put it in with his own hand,
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but let him gang where the North-winds blow,
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I'le be content with my former dream,
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nor at his absence will I repine;
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No more will I'se 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 I'se was sad,
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to see poor Sawny look so forlorn;
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To think what glee I'se once from him had,
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and that Ise shou'd 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 unkind:
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And beg'd 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 wou'd be now my Slave
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and never more see London Town
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But ganging with me shou'd 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 Harlots void of Grace,
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Pox'd and Patch'd with an Impudent face;
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But Sawny shall never more be mine.
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Guid faith I'se keep close my two-leav'd Book,
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I'se 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 ligg'd with a London Quean:
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She having gull'd him of all his store,
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Bid him to gang and seek for more,
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And now he's return'd both maim'd and poor;
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But Sawny shall never more be mine.
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Tho' he shew'd me the gay green tree,
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on which he oft had carv'd my name;
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Whilst Primroses I'se pluck'd hard by,
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and made him Nosegays of the same:
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Guid faith I'se smile to see him weep,
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Because his promise he did not keep,
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But with a Miss o'th Town did sleep;
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Yet Sawny shall never more be mine.
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I'se bid him gang from whence he came,
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and to the London Mort declare,
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He had wrong'd me, and cou'd 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 e'ne 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 gang'd 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 gang home to his Fathers Plow,
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For Sawney shall never more be mine.
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