SONG VI.

THE BONNY SCOT MADE A GENTLEMAN.

O Jockey, O Jockey, before you go away,

One word with you, I pray you stay';
How came you now so gallant and gay,
Thou went but a begging the other day?
Bonny Scot, we all witness can,

That England hath made thee a gentleman.

Thy blue bonnet, when thou came hither,
Could scarce keep out the wind and weather;
But now it is turn'd to a hat and a feather,
Thy bonnet is blown the devil knows whither.
Bonny Scot, &c.

Thy shoes on thy feet when thou cam❜st from plough,
Were made of the hide of an old Scots cow;

But now they are turn'd to a rare Spanish leather,
And deck't with roses altogether.

Bonny Scot, &c.

Thy stockings they were made of a neat blue,
They scarce cost six-pence when they were new ;

But now they are turn'd to another hew,

With silken garters down to thy shoe.
Bonny Scot, &c.

Thy waistcoat and doublet they were but thin
Where many a great louse has harbour'd in ;
But now it is turn'd to a scarlet red,
With silver and gold lace all bespread.
Bonny Scot, &c.

Thy shirt which thou used to wear on thy back,
Was made off the web of a course hop sack;
But now it is turn'd to a rare Holland fine,
Bought with the rare [old] English coin.
Bonny Scot, &c.

Thy bands and thy cuffs which thou us'd to wear,
Was scare wash'd three times in a whole year;
But now they are turn'd to a cambrick clear,
And deck'd with lace up to the ear.
Bonny Scot, &c.

Thy gloves they were made of a threaden stitch
Thou kept on thy hands to hide the itch;
But now they are turn'd to kid leather, I'm told,
And trimmed about with ribbons of gold.,
Bonny Scot, &c.

Thy sword at thy arse was a great black blade
With a great basket hilt of iron made;

But [now] a long rapier doth hang by his side,
And huffling doth this bonny Scot ride.

Bonny Scot, we all witness can

That England hath made thee a gentleman.

FINIS.

Harding and Wright, Printers, St. John's Square, London.