XLII. Jockey and Jenny:
Yielding Maid.

Or, The

Set by Mr. Daniel Purcel.

WAS in the Month of May, Fo.

TW

When Focky first I spy'd,

He look'd as fair as Day too,

Gud gin I'd bin his Bride:

With Cole black Eyne, and Milk white Hand,

Ife ne'er yet faw the like,

I wish I had gin aw my Land,

Ife ne'er had seen the Dike.

He fix'd his Eyne upon me,
With aw the Signs of Love,
Ife thought they would gang thro' me,
So fiercely they did move.
He tuke me in his eager Arms,

Ife made but faint Denials,

Ife then, alas, found aw his Charms,
Woe worth fuch fatal Tryals.

The bonny Lad at last Fo,

Was forc'd tell gang away,

But Ife had eane ftuck faft tho',
Full nine Months from that Day.
And now poor Fenny's Maidenhead,

Shame on't, they find is loft,

The little Brat has aw betray'd,

Was ever Lass thus crofs'd.

The

The Second PART.

One Day young Fenny, with her Son,
She to the Fieds did go,

Unto fome pleasant Valley, where
Sweet fmelling Flow'rs did grow:
She fat her felf down on the Ground,
With Tears under a Tree,
Crying Fockey has me betray'd,
And will not marry me.

Now Fockey was a Miller's Son,
Of Edinborough Town,
And as the fate lamenting there,
With Tears upon the Ground:
She fee Fockey upon a Horse,
Come riding on the Way,

And on his Flute, this muckle Lad,
Melodiously did play.

So foon as the beheld his Face,
She ftraitway did arife,

To go and meet this bonny Lad;

The Tears flood in her Eyes;

But when she came to him, the cry'd,

You've got my Maiden-head,

This Brat has brought my Shame to light,
When will you with me wed.

With that Fockey he did alight,
And with a sweet Embrace,
He said to her, My deareft Dear,
To Morrow in this Place,

If you'll be fure to meet me here,

We to the Kirk will hie,

And there, my Dear, the Marriage-Knot,

In Love we then will tye.

Then

Then with a Kiss they both did part,
And met again next Day,
They were both marry'd after that,
And Home they went their Way,
Unto a House, whereas that Day
In Joy and Mirth was spent,
Thus Fenny fhe was made a Wife,
Unto her Heart's content.

XLIII. Jockey's

Ho' Fockey fu'd me long, he met Disdain,

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His tender Sighs and Tears were spent in vain, Give o'er, faid I, give o'er,

Your filly fond Amour,

I'll ne'er, ne'er, ne'er, ne'er more comply;

At last he forc'd a Kifs,

Which I took not amifs,

And fince I've known the Bliss,

I'll ne'er deny.

My Fockey he had fike a Man-like Face,

And often did appear to me with muckle Grace,

Tho' I cry'd Fockey, fie,

Your Suit I must deny,

I'll ne'er, ne'er, ne'er, ne'er yield not I.

With that he was amaz'd,

He kifs'd my Hand and gaz'd,

Which fo my Paffion rais'd,

I did comply.

When Fockey faw me yield, he me embrac'd,

And clafp'd his folded Arms about my Waste,

My dear, faid he, to you,

I'll ever be true,

And ne'er, ne'er, ne'er, ne'er you deceive, But will for ever love you,

And prize none above you,

From you I'll ne'er remove

You may believe.

Then

Then when you court a Lass that's coy,
Who hears your Love, yet feems to fhun its Joy,
If you prefs her to do so,

Ne'er mind her, no, no, no,
But truft her Eyes:

For Coynefs gives denyal,

When the wishes for the Tryal,

Tho' she swears you shan't come nigh all,
I am fure the lies.

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