The Scotch Lasses Constancy: OR IENNY's Lamentation for the Death of JOCKEY, Who for her sake was Unfortunately Killed by SAWNY in a Duel. Being a most pleasant New Song,  
to a New Tune.  
 

TWa Bonny Lads were Sawny and Jockey,  
But Jockey was Loed and Sawny unlucky;  
Yet Sawny was tall, well-favoured and witty,  
But I's in my heart thought Jockey more pretty:  
For when he viewed me sued me, wooed me,  
Never was Lad so like to undo me,  
Fie I cried, and almost died,  
Lest 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 was so guilded,  
 
Daily he pressed me, blest me, kissed me,  
Lost was the hour methought when he missed we,  
Crying, denying, and sighing, I wooed him,  
And much ado I had to get from him.   

But unlucky fate robbed me of my jewel,  
For Sawney would make him Fight in a Duel;  
Then town in a dale with with Cyprus surrounded,  
Oh! there in my sight poor Jockey was wounded:  
But when he thrilled him, felled him, killed him,  
Who can express my grief that beheld him;  
Raging, I tore my hair to bind him,  
  

I'll shrieked and I'll cried, wae's me so unhappy,  
For I'll now have lost mine nene sweet Jockey;  
Sawny I cursed, and bid him to fly me,  
I vowed and I swore he should ne'er come nigh me:  
But I'd spite him, hate him, fight him,  
And never again would Jenny like him:  
Though he did sigh and almost die,  
He cried fie on me, cause I did slight him.   

And from me I'll bid him strait way be ganging,  
When with arms a cross, and head down hanging;  
Whilst that my poor Jockey was a dying  
He to the Woods than departed sighing▪  
And his breath wanted, panted, fainted,  
Whilst that for him many tears were not scanted:  
I'll 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,  
Opened his eyes and looked upon me:  
And faintly sighed, Ah! Death has undone me:  
Jenny my Honey, I'll 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'll might prove me,   

But ah cruel Fate to death I am wounded,  
Oh! and with that again he swooned;  
Whilst for to dress his wound I applied me,  
But wae alas his life was denied me:  
Death had appalled him gauled him, thralled him,  
So that he died, with grief I beheld him;  
And left poor Jenny all a mourning,  
And cruel Sawny cursing and scorning.   

From Jockeys cold Lips I often stole kisses,  
The which whilst he lived were still my blisses:  
A thousand times I did sob, sigh it,  
And much ado I'll had to be quiet:  
For as I eyed him, spied him, plied him,  
Never a thought could then pass beside him:  
I'll ban the Fates that Life denying,  
Had robbed me of Jockey, and long I sat sighing.   

Till I'll at last with Cyprus crowned him,  
And with my tears I'll almost had drowned him;  
The Turtles about us than came flying,  
And mourning, could, to seem a sighing:  
I'll viewed him, rued him, with Flowers strewed him,  
And with my Love to the last pursued him:  
Resolving that I'll not stay behind him,  
But sighing, do, and seek for to find him.    
FINIS.  

Printed for P. Bro ksby, at the Golden Ba●lia Pie-corner.