The Scotch Lasses Constancy OR Jenny's Lamentation for the loss of Jockey: Who for her sake was Unfortunately Killed by SAWNEY in a Duel.  
Being a most pleasant New Song,  
to a New Tune.  
 

TWa Bonny Lads were Sawny and Jockey,  
But Jockey was Lowed 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,  
〈…〉, and almost died,  
〈…〉 would gang and come no mere to me.   

Jockey would Love, but he would not marry,  
〈…〉 was afraid that I should miscarry;  
〈…〉 cunning tongue with Wit as so guilded,  
〈…〉 my heart would have yielded:  
Daily he pressed me, blest me, kissed me,  
Lost was the hour methought when he missed me  
Crying denying, & 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 down in a dale 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,  
And vowed and swore I'd ne'er stay behind him   

I'se shrieked and I'se cried, wa'es me so unhappy,  
For I'll now have lost mine nene sweet Jockey,  
Sawny I cursed and bid him to fly me,  
I vowed & 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 straightway be ganging,  
When with arms across, 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'se 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'se might prove me.  
But ah cruel Fate to death I am wounded,  
Oh! and with that again he sounded;  
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'se 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'se 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'se 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. Brooksby in Pyecorner.