A Maiden-Head Ill Bestowed; OR, A New Dialogue betwixt Kind Jenny of the Lough, And Unkind Jockey of the Lee.  
jenny to jockey had been kind,  
But jockey Wavers like the Wind;  
jenny her shane would gladly hid,  
And fain would be made Iockeys Bride:  
But jockey he in great disdain,  
sleights her, which makes her thus complain  
To the Tune of, Would Jenny were here again.  
 woodcuts of woman and man  
Jenny. 
O Jockey thou art the La●,  
that I have lenkt forlang,  
Which makes my Heart fullsad,  
and down my Head I hang,  
O whether shall Jenny gang,  
if Jockey prove false to me  
theirs ne're a way left but one,  
that is to lig down and d'ye,  
that is to lig down and d'ye.  Jockey. 
O Jenny what ails thee now,  
to mack sick doleful din;  
I never did make a vow,  
I value thee not a pin:  
Not whether I loose or win,  
then prithee do not complain  
To tattle do not begin,  
but gitt thee geane heame again,  
but gitt thee geane heame again.  Jenny. 
Sure Jockey thou art not wild,  
to ask me what I ail;  
Thou kenns thou me beguiled,  
amidest the Garth of kale:  
Beside in the Messy Dale,  
and many a Corner by,  
Then mary m without fail,  
or Jenny for grief will die,  
or Jenny for grief will die.  Jockey. 
shane awe the tale thou tells,  
what though in the Garth we played,  
Must e'cy young Lad that mell's,  
the talk of the Town be made;  
I think thou was largely paid,  
for ganging alaug with me.  
Then leave off thy dealeing Trade,  
or prithee lig down and d'ye,  
o prithee lig down and d'ye.   

The second Part, to the same tune.  Jenny. 
FAlse loone, thou kenns right weele,  
to thee I have been kind,  
And ever as true as Steel,  
how darest thou change thy mind:  
Thy craftiness now I find,  
because that my Geand is small,  
If my Kirtle with Gold were lined,  
then thou wouldst ha me and all,  
then thou wouldst ha me and all.  Jockey. 
'tis not for thy Garth I gang,  
O Jenny I'm not sick Slade,  
As I'm a true Gentleman,  
the Lasse that I love I'll have:  
And she shall go wondrous brave,  
as any Lasse on the Lee:  
Then do not thou bawl and rave,  
for Jenny I'll none of thee,  
O Jenny I le none of thee.  Jenny. 
Thou kenns that I have a reel,  
a Spindle, I and a Rock,  
I and a new dainty wheel,  
to Spin me a Hempen Smock:  
With something beneath my Dock,  
which many times thou didst find,  
Then prithee do not me mock,  
But Jockey to me prove kind,  
O jockey to, &c.  Jockey. 
To tell me of all thy pelf,  
O Jenny thou dost amiss,  
I cannot embrace thyself,  
I must have a Lasse to kiss:  
Or Moggy, or Sue, or Siss,  
so that she be kind and free,  
Then tell me no more of this,  
for jenny I'll none of thee,  
O jenny, &c.  Jenny. 
O Jockey if e're thou came,  
or sprung from Womans race,  
leak now on my rising Weame,  
and do not thyself disgrace,  
But pitty my woeful case,  
for Love take pitty on me,  
All Maidens will call the base,  
if I do lig down and d'ye,  
O if I do, &c.  Jockey. 
O tell me not of thy Weame,  
but busk it bonnily down,  
It was for the nones thou came,  
and followed me from the town:  
Sure I was not sick a clown,  
to let the gang heame so free:  
Then prithee leave of to frown,  
for jenny I'll none of thee,  
O jenny I'll none of thee.  Jenny. 
O false deceitful wretch,  
and is thy heart so base,  
To leave me in the lurch,  
and in this woeful case,  
Would I had ne're seen thy face,  
that tempted me o'er the Lee;  
But now it's for want of grace,  
that I must lig down and d'ye,  
O that I must, &c.  Conclusion. 
Then Maidens all beware,  
bow young-men you do trust,  
And have a special care,  
of yielding to their Lust:  
For honour laid in the dust,  
can not be recalled you see,  
But then at the last you must,  
with jenny lig down and d'ye,  
O with jenny lig down and d'ye.   
FINIS.   

Printed for R. Burton, at the horse-shoe in West-Smith field.