The Scotch Lasses Constancy: OR IENNY's Lamentation for the Death of IOCKEY, Who for her sake was Unfortunately Kill'd by SAWNY in a Duel. Being a most pleasant New Song,
to a New Tune.
TWa Bonny Ladds were Sawny and Jockey,
But Jock [...]y was Lo'd and Sawny unlucky;
Yet Sawny was tall, well-favour'd and witty,
But I's in my heart thought Jockey more pritty:
For when he view'd me su'd me, woo'd me,
Never was Ladd so like to undo me,
Fie I cry'd, and almost dy'd,
Least Jockey would gang and come no mere to me,
Jockey would Love, but he would not Marry,
And I was afraid that I should miscarry;
For his cunning tongue with wit was so guilded,
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Daily he prest me, blest me, kist me,
Lost was the hour methought when he mist we,
Crying, denying, and sighing, I woo'd him,
And mickle ado I had to get from him.
But unlucky fate robb'd me of my jewel,
For Sawney would make him Fight in a Duel;
Then town in a dale with with Cyprus surrounded,
Oh! there in my sight poor Jockey was wounded:
But when he thrill'd him, fell'd him, kill'd him,
Who can express my grief that beheld him;
Raging, I tore my hair to bind him,
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I'le shriek'd and I'le cry'd, wae's me so unhappy,
For I'le now have lost mine nene sweet Jockey;
Sawny I curst, and bid him to flye me,
I vow'd and I swore he should ne'r come nigh me:
But I'd spight him, hate him, fight him,
And never again wou'd Jenny like him:
Though he did sigh and almost dye,
He cry'd fie on me, cause I did slight him.
And from me I'le bid him straight way be ganging,
When with arms a cross, and head down hanging;
Whilst that my poor Jockey was a dying
He to the Woods then departed sighing▪
And his breath wanted, panted, fainted,
Whilst that for him many tears were not scanted:
I'le beat my breast, and my grief expressed,
Wae's me that Death my joy had suppressed.
At which my Jockey a little reviving.
And with his death as it were he lay then striving,
Open'd his eyes and looked upon me:
And faintly sigh'd, Ah! Death has undon me:
Jenny my Hony, I'le must part from thee,
But when I'm dead, sure there's none will wrong thee,
I did love thee, and that did move me,
To Fight, that so a man I'le might prove me,
But ah cruel Fate to death I am wounded,
Oh! and with that again he swounded;
Whilst for to dress his wound I apply'd me,
But wae alas his life was deny'd me:
Death had appaul'd him gaul'd him, thrall'd him,
So that he dy'd, with grief I beheld him;
And left poor Jenny all a mourning,
And cruel Sawny cursing and scorning.
From Jockies cold Lips I often stole kisses,
The which whilst he lived were still my blisses:
A thousand times I did sob, sigh it,
And mickle ado I'le had to be quiet:
For as I ey'd him, spy'd him, ply'd him,
Never a thought could then pass beside him:
I'le bann the Fates that Life denying,
Had robb'd me of Jockey, and long I sat sighing.
Till I'le at last with Cyprus crown'd him,
And with my tears I'le almost had drown'd him;
The Turtles about us then came flying,
And mourning, coo'd, to seem a sighing:
I'le view'd him, ru'd him, with Flowers strew'd him,
And with my Love to the last persu'd him:
Resolving that I'le not stay behind him,
But sighing, doe, and seek for to find him.
FINIS.
Printed for P. Bro [...]ksby, at the Golden Ba [...]lia Pye-Corner.