XLII. Jockey and Jenny: Or, The Yielding Maid. Set by Mr. Daniel Purcel. WAS in the Month of May, Fo. When Focky first I spy'd, He look'd as fair as Day too, Gud gin I'd bin his Bride: With Cole black Eyne, and Milk white Hand, Ife ne'er yet faw the like, I wish I had gin aw my Land, Ife ne'er had feen the Dike. He fix'd his Eyne upon me, Ife made but faint Denials, Ife then, alas, found aw his Charms, The bonny Lad at last Fo, Was forc'd tell gang away, But Ife had eane stuck fast tho', Was ever Lafs thus crofs'd. The The Second PART. One Day young Fenny, with her Son, Unto fome pleasant Valley, where Now Fockey was a Miller's Son, So foon as the beheld his Face, To go and meet this bonny Lad; The Tears stood in her Eyes; But when she came to him, fhe cry'd, You've got my Maiden-head, This Brat has brought my Shame to light, With that Fockey he did alight, If you'll be fure to meet me here, We to the Kirk will hie, And there, my Dear, the Marriage-Knot, In Love we then will tye. Then Then with a Kifs they both did part, XLIII. Jockey's XLIII. Jockey's Courtship. A Scotch Song by a Perfon of Quality. Ho' Fockey fu'd me long, he met Disdain, ΤΗ His tender Sighs and Tears were spent in vain, Give o'er, faid I, give o'er, Your filly fond Amour, I'll ne'er, ne'er, ne'er, ne'er more comply; At last he forc'd a Kiss, Which I took not amifs, And fince I've known the Bliss, I'll ne'er deny. My Fockey he had fike a Man-like Face, And often did appear to me with muckle Grace, Tho' I cry'd Fockey, fie, Your Suit I must deny, I'll ne'er, ne'er, ne'er, ne'er yield not I. With that he was amaz'd, He kifs'd my Hand and gaz'd, Which fo my Passion rais'd, I did comply. When Fockey saw me yield, he me embrac'd, And clasp'd his folded Arms about my Waste, My dear, faid he, to you, I'll ever be true, And ne'er, ne'er, ne'er, ne'er you deceive, And prize none above you, You may believe. Then |