%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> Unfortunate JOCKEY, / And mournful JENNY. / Jockey was by Sawny slain, / Which troubled Jenny sore, / In sorrow now she doth remain, / And vows to love no more. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton 1681-1681 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 04/19/2011 31509

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R229111 2 an excellent new play-house Tune UNKNOWN An Excellent New Play-House Tune the same Tune UNKNOWN The Same Tune Twa bonny Lads were Sawny and Jockey, / Sawny was rude, but Jockey unlucky, Ah! Jo[c]key, since thou behind thee hast left me, / and death of all joys & all comforts bereft me, Roxburghe Ballads Editor None None None None Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 4: 83 Unfortunate JOCKEY, / And mournful JENNY. / Jockey was by Sawny slain, / Which troubled Jenny sore, / In sorrow now she doth remain, / And vows to love no more. Unfortunate JOCKEY, And mournful JENNY. Jockey was by Sawny slain, Which troubled Jenny sore, In sorrow now she doth remain, And vows to love no more. Unfortunate JOCKEY, And mournful JENNY. Jockey was by Sawny slain, Which troubled Jenny sore, In sorrow now she does remain, And vows to love no more. 1681-1681 J. Wright, J. Clark, W. Thackery, T. Passenger

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TWa bonny Lads were Sawny and Jockey, Sawny was rude, but Jockey unlucky, Sawny was tall, well-favourd, and witty, but Ise in my heart thought Jocky more pretty For when he sued me, wood me, and viewd me, never was man so like to undoe me. Fie I cryed, and almost died, lest Jockey should gang & come no more to me. Jockey would 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 pressd me, kissd me, & blessd me, lost was the hour methought when he mist me, Crying, denying, and sighing I wood him, and muckle ado I had to get from him.
But cruel fate robd 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 thrilld him, felld him, & killd him who could express my grief that beheld him, Raging I tore my hair for to bind him, and vowd and swore ner to stay behind him. I sighd and sobd untill I was weary, to think my Jockey should so miscarry, And never was any in such a sad taking as I hapless Jenny, whose heart is still aking, To think how I crost him, tost him, and 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 Jockeys dear sake ner to lig with any. Thus Jenny for Jockey lay sighing & weeping, oft wringing her hands while others was sleep-ing But Sawny to see her thus strangly distressed for the loss of her love, his heart was oppressed, Thou this deluder viewd her, and sued her, twas all but in vain, for she calld 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 boot[y], For all that do know him do sigh and bewaile him but Oceans of Tears now can little avail him Ah! Jockey theres none that are left to inherit the tyth of thy vertues, thou wonderful merit, But whilst I do live thou shalt ner be forgotten, Ile sing out thy praise when thy carkass is rot-ten For thou wert the fairest, rarest and dearest, & now thou art dead like a Saint thou appearest Il have on thy Tomb-stone these Verses inserted Here lies hapless Jockey who was so true hearted And when this thy Motto shall fairly be written theres 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 was Jockeys true friend
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