An excellent new PLAY-HOUSE SONG, called The bonny Grey-Ey'd Morn Or Jockey roused with Love.  

THe bonny grey eyed morn began to peep,  
When Jockey roused with Love came blithly on  
And I who wishing lay deprived of sleep,  
abhorred the lazy hours that slow did run.  
But muckle were my joy when in my view,  
I from the window spied my only dear.  
I took the wings of love, and to to him flew,  
For I had fancied all my heaven was there.   

upon my bosom usually 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 ore his Heart a Conquest gained,  
Then blushing beg that I would grant him more  
Which he alas too soon, too soon obtained   

Not that I do repent I did comply  
But this I needs must own, my yielding Heart  
Was quickly overcome by Jockys Eye  
Which gave a deeper wound then Cupids dart,  
His Cheeks were Cherry read his Lips the same  
His Tongue so many Charms could still express  
That ev'ry word he said did raise new flamme  
And kindled, kindled Fire in my breast.   

My usually does a thousand ways beside  
Express himself in tender love to me,  
With arms about waist he sighing cried  
Oh give me thy consent or ice mun d'ye:  
Then with a gentle Kiss does beg again  
That his poor wounded Heart I would but cure  
Not thinking that I felt his love sick pain,  
For I alas was his, was his before.   

And now I could no longer hid my Pain,  
But let my dearest usually know my Heart,  
Oh how he hugged me in his arms again,  
And every Kiss he gave did ease my Smart.  
Then vowing o'er and o'er betwixt each Kiss  
He constant would remain while life did last,  
Now tell me lovers, where's the hurt of this,  
For to enjoy when that the Knots tied fast.   
FINIS.   

The CAPING TRADE  
To its own proper Tune.  

COme all brave Boyes o'th' Caping▪  
This staitly Vessel we'll invade,  
We'll pin her Cargo to her Load,  
No Quarters we'll afford her:  
But standing Stout is still brave Fate,  
Altho our Seas be rough of late.  
Come Helm-a-lee and low your Top.  
I 'll lay my Life I 'll board her.   

The first Attempt may prove in vain,  
Altho it be neither Blot not slain;  
For the Brave may lose as well as gain,  
We'll do it with bravadoes:  
We'll wheel about, and undertake  
To board her under Quarter-deck,  
With Blunderbush and ported Pick  
And with two Hand Granados,   

Cheer up anon, your mad to think  
That your in danger for to Sink.  
But with Broadside closs to her clink,  
Deal Thumps and turn all over;  
Your Bline may split upon her Starn,  
If you receive no greater Harm▪  
Then a Cup of Brandy,( your Hearts being warm  
will soon that loss recover,   

I have been at the Caping Trade.  
And foreign Blood I oft have  shed;  
But it is true what of Old was said,  
True honours got by Danger.  
I'll stay at home put up my Pick,  
No Prizes more will to me stick;  
For a stately Vessels beat me back,  
I'm sure's was in all England.   

Declining dayes comes one a place,  
How dare I look my Enemy in th' Face,  
When I came off with great Disgrace;  
For lake of store of Powder?  
My Ammunitions spent and gone,  
My little Guns scarce half foot long,  
And two little Balls are scarce worth one,  
So I 'm no more for Boarding,   

All you that Caping take in hand.  
See that your Men they stout do stand,  
The Souldiers all at your Command,  
To fire at once make ready,  
Stand to it then for ever more,  
See that your Loss be not before;  
style first a Gun to the cabin Door;  
Faint heart never wan fair Lady,    
FINIS.