EBBA 37492
British Library - Bagford
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Jockey's Farewel to Jenny
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The Scottish loath to depart.
Stout Jockey must now to the Warrs be gon.
And leave poor Jenny for to weep and mourn.
Her strong perswations could not move his heart.
But he must go: And so they kiss and part.
To an excellent new Tune, or General Monk sail'd through the Gun-Fleet.
I.P.
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WHen first Rebellion pusht at the Crown,
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The Summons did pass through every town
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We muster'd our troops upon the down,
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with a fa la la la la le ro,
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And many a gallant did prepare,
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In glittering armour so brisk and rare,
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'Tis better to gang than tarry befare,
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with a fa la la la la le ro.
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And Jockey he amongst the rest
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To fight for the King he thought it best
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He would not refuse any request,
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with a fa la etc.
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And wilt thou be gone to the wars quoth she
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And leave behind poor helpless me,
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Alass for grief my heart will dee.
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with a fa la etc.
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Such looks as these gave Adam his fall
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Tempt me no more for by my Saul
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'Tis fit that love give honour the wall:
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with a fa la etc.
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Then there will a question arise
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Which is the greatest number that dies,
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By Jockeys sweard, or Jennys eyes.
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with a fa la etc.
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My bonny lad quoth Jenny so free
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What am I better for loving thee
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Since thou wilt be gone and cares not for me
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with a fa la etc.
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Ther's men enough else, and let thee remain
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Therefore I wish thee tarry at heame
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For fear at the last thou came again lame.
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with a fa la etc.
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SWeet Jenny cease to trouble me now
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For I will gang to the wars I vow
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I'l leave thee at heame to milk the Cow.
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with a fa la la la la le ro.
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I'le fight for my King as weele as the best
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And draw my sweard I swear and protest
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And therefore think not Jenny I jeast.
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with a fa la etc.
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When I am drest in armour so bright
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O it will be such a seemly sight
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I'le look very big upon all I meet.
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with a fa la etc.
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I boldly will venture honour to win
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When trumpets and drums do make a great din
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Whatever betide me I care not a pin.
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with a fa la etc.
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O Jockey my honey, my love and my joy,
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Tarry behind and be not so coy,
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Weel huddle and cuddle, weel kiss and toy,
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with a fa la etc.
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I'l feast thee with bannacks and bub of the best
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With puddings and Sowings so daintily drest
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And so we will frolick as well as the rest.
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with a fa la etc.
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What grief it will be when thou art gane,
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For me to hear my Jockey were slain
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And that I should never see thee again.
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with a fa la etc.
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O be not so cruel to leave me i'th lirk
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For thou dost ken we are cryed in the kirk
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I'l take away beath thy sweard and thy dirk
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with a fa la etc.
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O Jenny why makes thou all this sad wark
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Thou kens I love thee all in thy sark
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But now I must leave thee in the dark.
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with a fa la etc.
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My fingers doth itch to be dealing of blows
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I fain would be cutting and slashing of foes,
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To strip of their Linnen, their Rings and their cloaths
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with a fa la etc.
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O Jockey thou makes my heart for to bleed
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Methinks thou art so doing indeed
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Thy deadly wounds my sorrows will breed
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with a fa la etc,
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Once more I prithee intreated be
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To tarry at heame with helpless me
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Least in thy absence I should dee.
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with a fa la etc,
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My Jenny I hear the Trumpet sound,
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Now I must march with honour crown'd
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Keep for my sake this ring so round.
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with a fa la etc.
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If fortune favour that I come back
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I'l bring my Jenny what she doth lack
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Of Gloves and Ribbands a pedlers pack,
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with a fa la etc.
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Then Jockey kist his Jenny that tide
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And Jenny she sight and sob'd and cryd.
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To see him gang she could not abide.
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with a fa la la la la le ro.
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But now he is gone to the wars so fell
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When he'l come back I cannot tell
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I hope ere long if all prove well,
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With Allowance.
London, Printed for R. Burton at the Horse-shooe in Smith-field.
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