The Scotch Wooing: Or. JOCKEY of the Lough, and JENNY of the Lee:  
Jockey Woos Jenny, for to be his Dear,  
But Jenny long time is in much fear;  
Lest Jockey should be false or prove unkind,  
But Jockey put that quite out of her mind,  
So that at length they fairly did agree,  
To strike a Bargain up, as you shall see.  
To the Tune of, Jockeys gone to the Wood  
 

DEar jockeysjockeys gone to the Wood  
and Dame Jenny's gone twa,  
Dear jockey would Court a good,  
but Dame jenny says nay:  
Come jenny my dearest love,  
prihee jenny fancy me:  
Thou art the blithest bonniest Girl,  
And the featest Lass,  
that  jockey's ey'n see.   

When Jockey had Woo'd her thus,  
she said prithee forbear,  
Thou Jockey art false I fear,  
and would Jenny ensnare:  
Dear Jenny believe it not,  
that thy Jockey is untrue,  
For I do swear by all that's good,  
In this pleasant Wood,  
and by Bonnet that's Blue.   

O Jockey shame faw thy Lugs,  
for telling sike a Tale,  
It is not awe thy honey words,  
are like for to prevail:  
For Jenny is a harmless Lass,  
fearing for to be trappan●d,  
Although that Jockey is a Lad,  
But few like are to be had,  
in all fair Scotland.   

My Jenny ne'er make a Din,  
but let us gang play,  
Since that thou art so neat and trim  
upon this Holiday:  
I'll give thee ale and spiced cakes,  
I, and love the tenderly,  
There we● have a merry bout,  
And keep a Revel Rout,  
under the Green wood Tree.   

Dear Jockey I like it we'll,  
a little sport to make,  
Yet do I fear that after all,  
poor Ienny's heart sud ache:  
I wouldhave not for a score of pounds,  
I should come unto disgrace,  
Then prithee jockey get the gone,  
and leave thy jenny all alone,  
in this uncouth place.   

O jenny ne'er tell me that,  
thy Iockey's sike a Loon,  
Thou needest not for to be a afraid,  
by jockey to lig down:  
For as I am a lively Lad,  
meaning to the honestly,  
I'll give the nothing that is had,  
But the best that can be had,  
as jenny shall see.   

O jockey sud I believe,  
'tis sure what you say,  
And that you sud yobr Jenny leave,  
and basely gang away:  
My Jenny i'll plight my Troth,  
ever to thee to be true,  
Then believe me what I say,  
For I scorn to gang away,  
to make my Jenny rue.   

Why sud I not now believe,  
when dear Jockey does swear,  
By Bonnet and awe that's good,  
that e'er Jockey shall wear?  
Then let us gang heam my dear,  
and be merry there a while,  
I love the hearty my joy,  
Thou art the only Boy,  
on whom Jenny shall smile.   

My Jenny thou chear'st my heart,  
to give thy consent,  
Thy Jockey will never start,  
but give Jenny content:  
A Trenchmore Galliard we will have  
all for joy this very night,  
And i'th' morn we'll gang tothth' Kirk  
Where i'll see my Jenny smirk,  
as soon as day light.   

Thus jockey and jenny beath,  
agreed for to be wed;  
For Jockey he thought it long  
to have jenny in Bed:  
Next morning to the Kirk they went  
finely wedded for to be,  
And at this time are man & wife,  
Living free and void of strife,  
in their own Country.   
FINIS.   

Printed for P. Brooksby, at the Golden-ball, in West-smithfield.