The Scotch Lasses Choice, OR, Jennys Love for Jockeys Kindness: An Excellent New Song, much in Request.  
To a pleasant New Scotch Tune.  

I.  
LOng Cold Nights, when Winter-Frozen,  
Jockyes head lay on my Bosom;  
Now each wanton Lass pursues him,  
Ah-wa's-me, that I must lose him:  
Sawney and Jemmy came often to try me,  
Philly and Willy would fain lig by me;  
But, alas! they do but Tease me,  
Jockey he alone can please me.   

II.  
When he Writes his Love in Meeter,  
When he Sings to make it sweeter,  
To the Clouds my Soul was driven,  
Then I thought myself in Heaven;  
Feather and Mether that knew little of it,  
Wooed me, and sued me, to Wed for profit;  
But had Fate been bad or luckey,  
Ice would ne'er forsake poor Jockey.   

III.  
Wots ye we'll why I adore him,  
Would you know why Ise die for him?  
He was young, and blithe, and bonny,  
And could love the best of any:  
When Ice was lying in dying condition,  
Jockey would still be my best Physician;  
Though the Doctor ne'er could please me,  
He had still a Dose would ease me.   

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In his Arms he would enfold me,  
And he there so fast would hold me,  
That Ise hardly could get from him,  
May geud Fortune light upon him.  
With Kisses and blisses my heart reviving,  
Philly and Willy they fain would deprive him  
Of my Love, to him so much,  
But geud faith, Ise not so fickle.   

V  
Sawney fine as any Leard too,  
With a blue Bonnet and Sword too;  
Wooed me, and would fain have led me  
To the Kirk, there for to Wed me:  
Gin Feather and Mether they both consented,  
But Ise feared Ice should after repent it;  
To Marry would be Unlucky  
Any but my neane sweet Jockey.   

VI  
But ah-wa's-me, Ise am fearful,  
And cannot be glad and Cheerful;  
The Lasses make sike a doing,  
And my Jockey from me Wooing;  
They would if they could, by their kindness move him  
Molly and Dolly too, vow they do love him;  
If Jockey is from me flying,  
Ah-wa's-me, than Jenny's dying.   

VII.  
But Jockey vowed by his Bonnet,  
He'd Wed me what e'er came on it;  
Without the consent of either,  
My Old Feather or my Mether:  
For be they willing or no, Ise ne'er tarry,  
But as soon as I can, my Jockey Marry:  
Then wee's both will lig together,  
And ne'er matter the Cold Wether.   
FINIS.   

This may be Printed, R. P.   

Printed for J. Deacon, at the Angel in Guiltspur-street, without Newgate.