An excellent new Playhouse Song; called, the bonny Gray-eyed Morn; OR, Jockey roused with Love.  
 
To an excellent new Tune.  

THe bonny Gray-eyed Morn began for to peep  
when Jockey roused with Love came blithely on;  
And I who wishing lay deprived of Sleep,  
abhorred the lazy Hours that flow did run.  
But meikle were my Joys whe● in my View  
I from the Window spied my only Dear;  
I took the Wings of Love and to him flew,  
for I had fancied all my Heaven was there.   

Upon my Bosom Jockey laid his Head,  
and sighing told me pretty Tales of Love  
My yielding Heart, at every Word he said,  
did flutter up and down, and strangely move:  
He sighing, kissed my hand, and vowed and swore,  
that I had o'er his Heart a Conquest gained.  
Then blushing begged, that I would grant him more  
which he alas! too soon, too soon obtained.   

Nor that I do repent, I did comply;  
but this I needs must own, my yielding Heart  
Was quickly overcome by Jockie's Eye,  
which gave a deeper Wound than Cupid's dart,  
His Cheeks were Cherry red, his Lips the same,  
his Tongue so many Charms could still express:  
T●at every word he said did raise new Flames,  
and kindled, kindled Fire in my Breast.   

My Jockey does a thousand Ways beside,  
express himself in tender Love to me:  
With Arms about my Waste, he sighing cried,  
oh give me thy Consent or I must die,  
Then with a gentle Kiss doth beg again,  
that his poor wounded Heart I would but cure,  
Nor thinking that I felt his Lovesick Pain,  
for alas! 'twas his, 'twas his before.   

And now! I could no longer hid my Pain,  
but let my dearest Jockey know my Heart.  
Oh, how he hugged me in his Arms again!  
and every Kiss he gave did ease my Smart;  
Then vowing over and over betwixt each Kiss,  
he constant would remain while L●e did last;  
Now tell me Lovers; where's the Hurt of this,  
for to enjoy, when that the Knot's tied fast?   
FINIS.