The Loves of Jockey and Jenny: OR, The Scotch Wedding. A most pleasant New Song.  
 
 

AH! Jenny Gin, your Eyn do kill,  
you'll let me tell my pain;  
Guide Faith Ice loved against my will,  
but would not break my Chain:  
I eance was called a bonny Lad,  
till that fair face of yours,  
Betrayed the freedom once I had,  
and all my blither hours.   

And now, wey's me like winter looks,  
my fa●ed showering ey'n;  
And on the banks of shadowing Brooks,  
I pass the tedious time:  
I'll call the streams that glide soft on,  
to witness if they see,  
On all the banks they glide along,  
so true a swain as me.   Jockey. 
Wey's me, can Jenny doubt my love,  
when au the Lasses see,  
That I done flight each mikle Dove,  
and languish but for thee?  
I'll have Five Acres of good Lond,  
both Sheep and muckle Kine;  
And au for Jenny to Command,  
sweet Jenny then be mine.  
 
 
 Jenny. 
Wey's me when Jockey hens my store  
he's will repent his pain;  
And au his much suit give o'er,  
poor Jenny he'll disdain,  Jockey. 
Now by this blasted Oak I swear,  
I'se cannot choose but moan:  
Does Jenny think I'll love for Geer,  
ne 'tis herself alone.  

Ise have a pail to milk the Ewes,  
two Dishes and four Spoon;  
Besides Cheesefats the Curds to screw  
a Pat and two new Shoes:  
A Ladle, Spit and Dripping-Pan,  
two Stools and one Straw-Bed;  
On which poor Jockey wouldhave full fain  
get Jennys Maidenhead.   Jenny 
Nay if mine Jockey be so stored,  
we's ne no more to buy;  
Geud faith I'll have a muckle hoard,  
that will the rest supply:  
I'll have two Cheeses made of whey,  
a Pudding Tub and Pan;  
To fry Tripe on the Wadding-day,  
if Jockey be the Man.  

Geud faith, since Jenny's pleased to bless  
her Lovesick humble Swain;  
I'll by this shade do now profess,  
I'll constant will remain:  
Yea, byth' agreement now I'll swear,  
I'll auways loving prove:  
So that each Lass shall envy her,  
to see how well I'll love.   

If Jockeys Riches will not do,  
thy Jenny will not fail,  
To take her Kettle and go Brew  
a crag of Nappy Ale:  
A strike of Malt with pain and care,  
well Housewived may do well;  
'Tis stock enough for we poor Folk,  
that Brew good Ale to sell.   Jenny. 
Then let us gang to muckle john,  
that he may tie the Knot;  
That I your joys may hasten on,  
sin, 'tis kind Jockeys Lott:  
With au his heart Jockey will gang,  
and happy shall he be:  
To hug his Jenny au night long,  
in much mirth and glee.  

Then good sir, Donkin, by your leave,  
a Wadding we must have;  
Dost see the Skippets and Belloons,  
with Lads and Lasses brave?  
I'll Jockey take thee Jenny true,  
to be my wadded Wife;  
Forsake my Loons and Lubber-Loons,  
to please thee all my life.   
FINIS.   

Printed for P. Bro●ksby, at the Golden-Ball, in West-smithfield.