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Magdalene College - Pepys
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The Loves of Jockey and Jenny
The Scotch Wedding.
A most pleasant New Song.

AH! Jenny Gin, your Eyn do kill,
you'l let me tell my pain;
Guid Faith Ise lov'd against my will,
but wou'd not break my Chain:
I eance was call'd a bonny Lad,
till that fair face of yours,
Betray'd the freedom once I had,
and all my blither hours.

And now, wey's me like winter looks,
my faded showring ey'n;
And on the banks of shaddowing Brooks,
I pass the tedious time:
Ise call the streams that glide soft on,

to witness if they see,
On all the banks they glide along,
so true a swain as me.

Wey's me, can Jenny doubt my love,
when au the Lasses see,
That I done slight each mikle Dove,
and languish but for thee?
I'se have Five Acres of good Lond,
both Sheep and muckle Rine;
And au for Jenny to Command,
sweet Jenny then be mine.

Wey's me when Jockey kens my store
he's will repent his pain;
And au his mickle suit give o're,
poor Jenny he'l disdain,

Now by this blasted Oak I swear,
I'se cannot chuse but moan:
Does Jenny think I'se love for Geer,
ne 'tis her self alone.

Ise have a pail to milk the Ews,
two Dishes and four Spoon;
Besides Cheese-Fats the Curds to scrue
a Pot and two new Shoon:
A Ladle, Spit and Dripping-Pan,
two Stools and one Straw-Bed;
On which poor Jockey wad full fain
get Jennys Maiden-head.

Nay if mine Jockey be so stor'd,
we's ne no more to buy;
Geud faith I'se have a muckle hoard,
that will the rest supply:
I'se have two Cheeses made of whey,
a Pudding Tub and Pan;
To fry Tripe on the Wadding-day,
if Jockey be the Man.

Geud faith, since Jenny's pleas'd to bless
her Love-sick humble Swain;
I'se by this shade do now profess,
I'se constant will remain:

Yea, byth agreement now I'se swear,
I'se auways loving prove:
So that each Lass shall envy her,
to see how well I'se love.

If Jockeys Riches will not do,
thy Jenny will not fail,
To take her Kettle and go Brew
a cragg of Nappy Ale:
A strike of Mault with pain and care,
well houswiv'd may do well;
'Tis stock enough for we poor Folk,
that Brew good Ale to sell.

Then let us gang to muckle John,
that he may tye the Knot;
That I your joys may hasten on,
sin, 'tis kind Jockeys Lott:
With au his heart Jockey will gang,
and happy shall he be:
To hugg his Jenny au night long,
in mickle mirth and glee.

Then good sir, Donkin, by your leave,
a Wading we mun have;
Dost see the Skippets and Belloons,
with Lads and Lasses brave?
I'se Jockey take thee Jenny true,
to be my wadded Wife;
Forsake my Loons and Lubber-Loons,
to please thee all my life.


Printed for P. Brooksby, at the Golden-
Ball, in West-smithfield.

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