Jenneys Lamentation for the loss of usually OR, A New Song in the Play called the ROYALIST.  

TWa Bony Lads were Sawny& Jockey,  
But Jockey was Lo'd& Sawny unlucky;  
Yet Sawny was tall, well-favor'd& wity,  
But is in my heart thought usually more prity;  
For when he viewed me, sued me, wooed me, never was Lad so like to undo me:  
Fie I cried, and almost died, least Jockey would gang and come no more to me.   

( 2)  
Jockey would Love, but he would not mary;  
And I'se have a Dread least I should miscarry:  
For his cunning Tongue with Wit was so guilded,  
That I was afraid my Heart would have yielded;  
Daily he prest Prest me, blessed me, Kist me;  
Lost was the Hour methought when he mist me;  
Crying, Denying, and Sighing I wooed him;  
But ah! much ado had I to get fro' him.   

( 3)  
But Unlucky Fate robbed me of this Jewel,  
For Sawney would make him Fight in a Duel;  
And down in a Dale with Cyprus surrounded,  
Oh! There to his Death poor Jockey was Wounded;  
But when he Thrill'd him, felled him, killed him,  
Who can express my Grief that beholded him?  
Raging, I tore my Hair for to bind him,  
And vowed and Swore I'd ne'er stay behind him.    

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