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R179098 1 To a Stately New Scottish Tune When First the Scottish Wars Began To a Stately New Scottish Tune WHen first the Scottish wars began / The English-man did lead the Van British Library - Bagford Editor none none none none Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 2: 92 2: 93 Jockies Lamentation, / Whose Seditious Work, Was the loss of his Country and his Kirk. Jockey's Lamentation, Whose Seditious Work, Was the loss of his Country and his Kirk. ?-? J. VVright, J. Clarke, VV. Thackeray, and T. Passenger

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WHen first the Scottish wars began The English-man did lead the Van with Musket & Pike, The bonny blith & cunning Scot Had laid a Plot, but we could not smell out the like. Although he could neither write nor Read Yet General Lashly past the Tweed With his gay gang of Blew-caps tall Along we marcht with our General New-castle we took all in a trice And thought for to make it our Paradice And then we were gallant and gay For why we took their Pillage away. Then straight to Plundering we did fall Of great & small, for we were all most valiant that day And Jenny in her silken Gown The best in town from foot to Crown was bonny & gay. Our suits & our silks did make such a smother That hardly next day we knew one another For Jockey he was wondrous fine And Jenny in her silks did shine For there ise did get me a Beaver then But now it is beat to a Cap agen For a Red-coat got every rag That Jockey now & Jenny must bag.
The English rais'd an Army straight With mickle state, & we did wait to charge them all. Then every valiant musket-man Put fire in pan that we began apace to fall For when that the Powder was toucht by the coal Then every man did pay for his pole For the Red-Coat the battel won And Jockey fast to Scotland did run. And at Dunbar fight a weel & a neer For there we were put to a mickle fear They took our Guns & silver all And hung up our silks in Westminster-hall. Full well I wot in Lancashire Our brethren dear, did plunder there both Rich and Poor. Which caus'd the fury of the North When we set forth to be in wroth and vex us sore, For when that the Red-Coats had knockt us down The country people in every Town Did beat Jockey over the face And was not this a pittiful case? They bid us remember our Plundering tricks And thumpt us & beat us, with cudgels & sticks But the deel burst my body & wem If ever ise gang to England agen.
PRince Rupert he at Marston-Moor, In time of yore, did bang us sore being forc'd to flie, Had it not been for English men To charge agen the Battel then and victory Was bravely gain'd by our General But Lashly did run with his blew caps all At Hothoms Town appear'd a sprite For Jockey had rather eat than fight, Their legs they were weary with runing so fast And yet the bold Cavies were routed at last; And Jockey never so frighted had been Who thought it secure to keep a whole skin. The godly Presbiterian That holy man, a war began in Scotland there Then Jockey gay, both Laird & Lad Like people mad, were very glad in Arms to appear, They made a new Covenant for to pull down The crosses that stood in every Town And the Rochet that the Bishop did bear And his white smock his chaplain did wear And now the good covenant's gone to wrack And quite out of date like an Old Almanack And all the crosses are our own losse For Jockeys gone home by weeping cross. The Red-coats all came over Fife With mickle strife, and ventured life our blood to tame, Brunt Island we, were forc'd to yield For in the field great store were kill'd as ise can name, At least five hundred Scots were slain Besides two thousand were Prisoners tane Which made the Gay Girls sigh & cry To see their sweet-hearts lying by: The High-landers having so mickle a Reach, Did find that the pellets did lite in their breech For the Red-coats did often let fly And Jockey for quarter did presently cry.
Our Enemies to Starling-bridge (Like a whirlegig, did dance a jig) to fight our men, To England streight with mickle pride We crost the Tweed and were agreed to charge agen, At Worcester our Kirk & our King went to wrack And he that run foremost durst never look back, Our mickle Army had the Rout And there we were forc'd to wheel about The Silver before which from England we took Is now their own money ise swear on a book, But since that England & Scotland were foes They keep up their silver & pay us with blows. The Low-lands all, & Highlands too, And bonnet blew, ise yield to you to be your own, For Red-coats they with gun & sword, Makes every Lord, with one accord to cry, O hone, Our lives & our wives, our goods & lands Are in the limits of your own hands For Jockey must a servant be And Jenny live as poor as he: Our Horses, cattel Sheep and cows Our carts & Harrows, teams & plows We may not challenge for our own, For Jockey hath little & Jenny hath none. I must confess this holy firk Did only work, upon our Kirk, for silver and meat, Which made us come & bring our broods, Venture our bloods for your own goods which prov'd a cheat, But see what covetousness doth bring We have lost our Kirk and everything, Then alack Sir, and well we may cry Our back Sir, and belly must dye, We fought for treasure and for glory And there's an end of a Scottish Story Despised of all for silver & gold Oh the worst tale that ever was told.
Printed for J. Wright, J. Clarke, W. Thackeray, and T. Passenger.