%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> The Scotch Lasses Constancy / OR / Jenny's Lamentation for the loss of Jockey: / Who for her sake was Unfortunately Kill'd by SAWNEY in a Duel. / Being a most pleasant New Song, D'Urfey, Thomas University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center English Broadside Ballad Archive (EBBA) Director Patricia Fumerton Associate Director Carl G Stahmer ?-? Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 05/20/2021 37643

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R174902 1 to a New Tune Sawney and Jockey To a New Tune TWa Bonny Lads were Sawny and Jockey, / But Jockey was Low'd and Sawny unlucky; Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 174 The Scotch Lasses Constancy / OR / Jenny's Lamentation for the loss of Jockey: / Who for her sake was Unfortunately Kill'd by SAWNEY in a Duel. / Being a most pleasant New Song, The Scotch Lass's Constancy OR Jenny's Lamentation for the loss of Jockey: Who for her sake was Unfortunately Killed by SAWNEY in a Duel. Being a most pleasant New Song, D'Urfey, Thomas ?-? P. Brooksby

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TWa Bonny Lads were Sawny and Jockey, But Jockey was Low'd and Sawny unlocky; Yet Sawny was tall, well-favour'd and witty, But I's in my heart thought Jockey more pritty: For when he view'd me su'd me, woo'd me, Never was Lad so like to undo me, Fie I cry'd, and almost dy'd, Least Jockey would gang and come no mere to me. Jockey would Love, but he would not marry, And I was afraid that I should miscarry; For his cunning tongue with Wit as so guilded, That I had a dread my heart would have yielded:
Daily he prest me, blest me, kist me, Lost was the hour methought when he mist me Crying denying, & sighing I woo'd him. And mickle ado I had to get from him. But unlucky fate robb'd me of my Jewel, For Sawney would make him fight in a Duel; Then down in a dale with Cyprus surrounded, Oh! there in my sight poor Jockey was wounded: But when he thrill'd him, fell'd him, kill'd him, Who can express my grief that beheld him; Raging I tore my hair to bind him, And vowed and swore I'de ne'r stay behind him.
I'se shriek'd and I'se cry'd, wa'es me so unhappy, For I'se now have lost mine nene sweet Jockey, Sawny I curst and bid him to flye me, I vow'd & I swore he should ne'r come nigh me: But I'd spight him, hate him, fight him, And never again would Jenny like him: Though he did sigh and almost dye, He cry'd fie on me, cause I did slight him. And from me I'se bid him straightway be ganging, When with arms across, and head down hanging; Whilst that my poor Jockey was adying, He to the Woods then departed sighing: And his breath wanted, panted, fainted, Whilst that for him many tears were not scanted: I'se beat my breast, and my grief expressed, Wae's me that Death my joy had suppressed. At which my Jockey a little reviving, And with his death as it were he lay then striving, Open'd his eyes and looked upon me: And faintly sigh'd, Ah! Death has undone me: Jenny my Hony, I'se must part from thee, But when I'm dead, sure there's none will wrong thee, I did love thee, and that did move me, To Fight, that so a man I'se might prove me. But ah cruel Fate to death I am wounded, Oh! and with that again he sounded; Whilst for to dress his wound I apply'd me, But wae alas his life was deny'd me, Death had appaul'd him, gaul'd him, thrall'd him, So that he dy'd with grief I beheld him; And left poor Jenny all a mourning, And cruel Sawny cursing and scorning. From Jockies cold Lips I often stole kisses, The which whilst he lived were still my blisses: A thousand times I did sob, sigh it; And mickle ado I'se had to be quiet: For as I ey'd him, spy'd him, ply'd him, Never a thought could then pass beside him: I'se bann the Fates that Life denying, Had robb'd me of Jockey, and long I sat sighing. Till I'se at last with Cyprus crown'd him, And with my Tears; Is'e almost had drown'd him The Turtles about us then came flying, And mourning coo'd to seem a sighing: I'se view'd him, ru'd him, with Flowers strew'd him And with my love to the last pursu'd him: Resolving that I'se not stay behind him, But sighing, do, and seek for to find him.
FINIS, Printed for P. Brooksby in Pyecorner.