XLII. Jockey and Jenny: 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, Ife made but faint Denials, Ife then, alas, found aw his Charms, The bonny Lad at last Fo, Was forc'd tell gang away, But Ife had eane ftuck faft tho', 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, Unto fome pleasant Valley, where Now Fockey was a Miller's Son, And on his Flute, this muckle Lad, So foon as the beheld his Face, 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, With that Fockey he did alight, 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, XLIII. Jockey's Ho' Fockey fu'd me long, he met Disdain, TH 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 |