The Scotch Lasses Constancy
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Jennys Lamentation for the loss of Jockey:
Who for her sake was Unfortunately Kill'd by SAWNEY in a Duel.
Being a most pleasant New Song, to a New Tune.
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TWa Bonny Lads were Sawny and Jockey,
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But Jockey was Low'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 Lad so like to undo me,
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Fie I cryd, and almost dy'd,
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Least Jockey would gang and come no mere to me.
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Jockey would Love, but he would not marry,
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And I was afraid that I should miscarry;
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For his cunning tongue with Wit as so guilded,
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That I had a dread my heart would have yielded:
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Daily 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, & sighing I woo'd him.
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And mickle ado I had to get from him.
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But unlucky fate robb'd me of my Jewel,
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For Sawney 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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I'se shriek'd and I'se cry'd, wa'es 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 & I swore he should 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 would 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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And from me I'se bid him straightway be ganging,
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When with arms across, 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 many 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 had suppressed.
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At which my Jockey a little reviving,
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And with his 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 Hony, 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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But ah cruel Fate to death I am wounded,
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Oh! and with that again he sounded;
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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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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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Till I'se at last with Cyprus crown'd him,
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And with my Tears; Is'e almost had 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, do, and seek for to find him.
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