Coy JENNY,
And Constant JEMMY.
OR,
True Love Rewarded with Kindness:
A Delightful and pleasant New Song.
Loves potent power no mortal can withstand,
Nor shun those Shafts shot by God Cupids hand;
Jenny resists in vain, for Jemmy he,
Began the Onset, gaind the Victory.
To a new play-house Tune, or, tell me Jenny etc.
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TEll me Jenny tell me roundly,
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when you will your heart surrender,
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Faith and troth I love thee soundly,
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twas I that was the first Pretender:
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Ner say nay, nor delay,
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heres my heart, and heres my hand too,
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Alls that mine, shall be thine.
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body and goods at thy command too.
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Ah! how many Maids, quoth Jenny,
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have you promisd to be true to;
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Fie, I think the Devils in ye,
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to hug a body so as you do:
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What dye do, let me go,
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I cant abide such foolish doing;
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Get ye gon, Naughty man,
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fye, is this your way of Wooing.
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Prithee Jenny dont despise me,
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since I am thy faithful Lover,
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I above the Indies prize thee,
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and my mind to thee discover;
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Take no care, for I swear,
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thou shalt be my only Jewel;
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Grant relief, to my grief,
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prethee dearest be not cruel.
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All your words cannot deceive me,
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for I know you do but flatter,
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When your will is gaind youl leave me
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for to mince upon the matter:
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Therefore know, to your Bow,
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I will never yield or bend to,
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For I find, words are wind,
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whatsoever you pretend to.
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O my heart will burst in sunder,
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if you do not grant some pitty,
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Jenny is the worlds great wonder,
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of the pregnant, wise, and witty:
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Oh my dear, do not fear,
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for to you I will be Loyal,
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If to me, youl be free,
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and but put me to the Tryal.
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Well quoth Jenny, you have charmd me,
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with the power of your expression,
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And with love hath strangely armd me,
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from which I can make no digression:
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And will grant, what you want,
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if you will vouchsafe to marry,
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And if so, let us go,
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for I will no longer tarry.
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Dearest Jenny I consent to,
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this your fair and friendly offer,
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Which shall be to thy content to,
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since you make so kind a proffer:
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None alive, shall deprive
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me of my dear and only Hony,
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I am thine, thou art mine,
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better far than Gold or Money.
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Thus at length they both consented,
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nothing could these Lovers sever,
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And their friends were well contented,
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they resolvd to love for ever:
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So they went, with intent,
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to the Kirk for to be marryd,
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Both did joyn, and combine,
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vexd that they so long had tarryd.
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