Beautiful MOGGY: OR, Scotch JEMMY's Delight. BEING A brief Account of a late Wooing and Wedding at the City of Edinborough.  
To the Tune of The Female Trooper. Licenced according to Order.  
 

I.  
MOggy full as blithe and gay  
As Flora in the Month of May;  
Beautified with all the Charms of Love,  
As ever Female boasted of.  
Jemmy went this Lass to Woo,  
With Sword, and Belt, and Bonnet blue;  
With a noble Feather neat and trim,  
Scarce a Scottish Laird was like to him.  
Prithee be free, my Dear, said he,  
For to suffer me to lig by thee,  
Till next day Noon; she answered soon,  
Ice will never yield to sike a Loon.   

II.  
Moggy I has Gold and Pearl,  
The which Ise freely give my Girl;  
Rings, and Jewels, nay, and all that's mine,  
For the blessed minute I'd resign;  
Therefore do not answer no,  
But muccle Love and Kindness show;  
For thy Beauty doth my Heart surprise,  
It is wounded by those charming Eyes;  
Thy Beauty bright is my Delight,  
For the sake of which the World I slight;  
Sike Lass as thee Ise never see,  
Dearest, be but loving, kind, and free.   

III.  
Ise a Laird of muccle Fame,  
Who from the Town of Glascow came,  
For to kiss and court my charming fair,  
With whom the World cannot compare:  
Grant me but a Night's Repose,  
Close by thy side, my blushing Rose,  
Till the Morning Sun doth gild the Grove,  
Where we will both dissolve in Love;  
There in my Arms, Cupid's Alarms,  
Shall invite us to those tempting Charms,  
Which shall agree with thee and me,  
And next Morning both we'll Married be.   

IV.  
Jemmy prithee now forbear,  
Ice can avoid thy tempting Snare;  
For I tell thee there is not a Loon,  
That shall attain my Love so soon:  
Tho' you are a Scottish Laird,  
Your Glory Ice will not regard,  
Never any shall lig by my side,  
Till Ise be made a lawful Bride:  
Should you obtain, what you would fain,  
Ise alas! in Sorrow might remain;  
Yet e'er I'll try your Constancy,  
Here a Maiden I will live and die.   

V.  
Jemmy found he could not have,  
What he so earnestly did crave;  
This his Loyal Love inflamed the more,  
So that her Charms he did adore,  
And straight he gave her Heart and Hand,  
No longer they disputing stand,  
But unto the Kirk resolved to go,  
Since she was free it should be so:  
Scotch Lairds was there, and Ladies fair,  
Yet not any Beauty could compare,  
With the sweet Bride, who Thousands eyed,  
Counting her the Scottish Kingdom's Pride.   
FINIS.   

Printed for P. Brooksby, I. Deacon, I. Blare, and I. Back.