%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> Unfortunate JOCKEY,/ and mournful JENNY./ Jocke was by Sawny slain,/ Whicy htroubled Jenny sore,/ In sorrow now she doth remain./ And vows to love no more. D'Urfey, Thomas University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton 1682 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 08/27/2007 21405

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3.389 R235034 1 an excellent new play-house Tune Sawney and Jockey An Excellent New Playhouse Tune TWo bonny Lads were Sawny and Jockey,/ Sawny was rude, but Jockey unlucky, AH! Jockey, since thou behind thee hast left me,/ and death of all joys & all comforts bereft me, imprint unclear: Printed for J. Wright, J Clark,/ W. Thacke[r]y & T. Pass(e)nger; first line of each part unclear: TW[o] [b]o[nn]y Lads were Sawny and Jockey; AH! Jo[c]key, since thou behind thee hast left me; date from Simpson Pepys 3.389 Wing U55 Pepys Library The Pepys ballads : facsimile volume Editor W.G. Day D.S. Brewer Cambridge [England] 1987 Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 3: 389 Unfortunate JOCKEY,/ and mournful JENNY./ Jocke was by Sawny slain,/ Whicy htroubled Jenny sore,/ In sorrow now she doth remain./ And vows to love no more. Unfortunate JOCKEY, And mournful JENNY. Jocke was by Sawny slain, Whi[c]y htroubled Jenny sore, In sorrow now she doth remain. And vows to love no more. Unfortunate Jockey, and Mournful Jenny. Jocke Was by Sawny Slain, Which Troubled Jenny Sore, in Sorrow Now She Does Remain. And Vows to Love No More. The second Part, The second Part, The Second Part, D'Urfey, Thomas 1/2 sheet oblong folio, 200 x 330 uneven inking hatched border: 74 x 8, cast fleurons 1682 Printed for J. Wright, J Clark,/ W. Thackery & T. Passenger J. Wright, J Clark, W. Thackery, T. Passenger Weinstein: Simpson

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 Taxonomy used by Pepys to Organize Ballads in Albums A Small Promiscuous Supplement Devotion & Morality Drinking & Good Fellowship History - True & Fabulous Humour, Frollicks &c Love Pleasant Love Pleasant and Unfortunate Love Unfortunate Marriage Sea State & Times Tragedy Various Subjects Early Modern Center Ballad Project Keyword Taxonomy advice affliction/health alcohol animals/nature appearance Bible/biblical figures buildings/architecture catastrophe children class clothing/fashion country/nation crime death economics/trade entertainment family/procreation folklore gender historical figures & events holidays/seasons infidelity law London love maritime marriage military/war monstrosity mythology/Classical world news nobility/court politics/government punishment religious concepts religious figures religious types & sects royalty rural life servitude sex/sexuality supernatural/magic The New World travel trickery/deceit urban life vice violence virtue vulgarities/crass humor Library of Congress Subject Heading Taxonomy 8/27/2007 Santa Barbara, California, United States of America Love Unfortunate country/nation death love violence 8/27/07 Checker Rachel Mann Transcription checked, Metadata updated, XML created; ESTC # found in bl.uk 8/16/06 Transcriber Summer Star Original Transcription 9/9/04 Bibliographer Simone Chess Bibliographic SQL Database Record Created
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TWo bonny Lads were Sawny and Jockey, Sawney was rude, but Jockey unlucky, Sawny was tall, well-favour'd and witty, but Ise in my heart thought Jocky more pretty For when he sued me, woo'd me, and view'd me never was man so like to undoe me. Fie I cryed, and almost died, le[s]t Jockey should ga[n]g & come no more to me. Jockey wou'd love, but he would not marry, and Ise had a dread that Ise should miscarry, His cunning Tongue with wit was so [guilded,] that ise was afraid my heart would have yeilded For daily he press'd me, kiss'd me & bless'd me, lost was the hour methought when [he mist] me, Trying, denying, and sighing I w[oo'd] him, and muckle [a]d[o] I had to g[e]t from him.
But cruel fate rob'd me of my Jewel, for Sawny would make him fight in a duell, And down in a Dale with Cypress surrounded, oh there to his death poor Jockey was wounded But when he thrill'd him, fell'd him, & kill'd him who could express my grief that beheld him, Raging I tore my hair for to bind him, and vow'd and swore ne'r to stay behind him. I sigh'd and sob'd untill I was weary, to think my Jockey should so miscarry, And never was any in such a sad taking as I hapless Jenny, who[s]e heart is still aking, To think how I crost him, tost him, lost him too late it was to coyn words to accost him, Alone then I sate lamenting and crying, still wishing each minute that I were a dying.
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Ah! Jo[c]key, since thou behind thee hast left me, and death of all joys & all comforts bereft me, Thy Destiny I will lament very mickle and down my pale cheeks salt tears they shall trickle To ease me of trouble each bubble shall double, to think of my Jockey so Loyal and Noble, Ise grieve to think that those eyes are benighted wherein mournful Jenny so much once delighted That blow, oh! Sawny, was base and unlucky, that robbed poor Jenny of her dearest Jockey, A bonny boon Youth 'twas known he was ever. to please his poor Jenny was still his endeavour But 'twas fortune uncertain, our parting procured & caused this heart-breaking smarting, But whilest I do live, 'tis resolved by Jenny for Jockey's dear sake ne'r to lig with any. Thus Jenny for Jockey lay sighing and weeping, oft wringing her hands while others was sleeping But Sawny to see her thus strangly distressed for the loss of her love, his heart was op[p]ressed, Thou this deluder view'd her, and sued her, 'twas all but in vain, for she call'd him intruder And said if you dye for my love I will mock ye, for you were the cause of the death of my Jocky That bonny brave Scot hath left none behind him that like to himself was deserving of minding, His Fathers delight, and the joy of his Mother, & Scotland before never bred such another:
When I think on his beauty let duty confute ye, Death never before had such a great booty, For all that do know him do sigh and bewaile him but Oceans of Tears now can little avail him Ah! Jockey there's none that are left to inherit the tyth of thy vertues, thy wonderful merit, But whilst I do live thou shalt ne'r be forgotten, I'le sing out thy praise when thy carkass is rotten For thou wert the fairest, rarest, and dearest, & now thou art dead like a Saint thou appearest I'l ha[v]e on thy Tomb-stone these Verses inserted Here lies hapless Jockey was was so true hearted And when t' is thy Motto shall fairly be written there's none shall read but with grief shall be smitten & say twas pitty that one so true-hearted should by cruel death from his Jenny be parted. And thus I will weeping, creeping, and peeping look into thy Grave where thou dost lie sleeping Till sighing my self I have brought to my end, to show that poor Jenny w[a]s Jockeys true friend.
Printed for J. Wright, J. Clark, W. Thacke[r]y & T. Pass[inger]