The New married Scotch Couple OR, The Second Part of the Scotch Wedding. 
They now begin in time for to consider,  
How they must live, now they are joined together,  
And so they set their Grath in as geud order,  
As any twa upon the Scotch Border;  
Then buy it since the price is but a penny,  
'tis love between a Scotch-man and his honey.   
To a New Northern Tune; Or, In January last, &c.  

With Allowance.   
 woodcut of man and woman holding hands  

AS Jenny Crack and I.  
together ligg'd in Bed,  
My Jenny then, quo I,  
how lik'st thou to be wed?  
We now may tack of love our fill,  
there's nean can troubled be,  
Then let me kiss thy Bonny Brow,  
and cuddle close to me.   

Then Jenny smiling said,  
my Jo I find it true,  
That I too long did live a Maid,  
which now full sore I rue;  
Had I but ken'd that it had been,  
so sweet for to be wed,  
I would not then a been so loath,  
to loose my Maiden-head.   

But Jenny that's not all,  
now we are come together,  
We must what e're befall,  
provide against could weather.  
There's ma●e belongs, my Granny said,  
unto a wedded life,  
Then four bare legs in a bed,  
to keep us free from strife.   

ne'er rack for that, quo she, my jo,  
we never shall he poor,  
Sea long as we have leave to do,  
as others did before;  
We something have for to begin  
the world though 'tis but small,  
Then if it is thy mind my jo,  
our gear weel reckon all.   

 woodcut of man in feathered hat  woodcut of woman with fan  

WHy then, quo he, I have in stock,  
three Yows awe big with Lamb,  
Twa Grices to make up the flock,  
that never sucked the dam:  
Besides a dainty filly fool,  
which thou shalt ha my jenny,  
If yean would lig it in my hand,  
I wad nea tack a Guinny.   

Quo she, my jo, now well I wot,  
that I do like it weel,  
And for my own part I ha got.  
my Grannams Spinning-Wheel:  
Besides a Case-pot and a Chi●ne,  
beath satyric and spankin new,  
I and Skeel to fetch in burn,  
and Vessels for to Brew.   

My jenny thou hast won my heart,  
to tell me sick a Tale,  
For weel I do perceive by that,  
that we munsell good Ale;  
If that the Malt-man stand my friend,  
we'l have it brisk and brown,  
There shall nea sick a Coague of Ale,  
be brewed in awe the Town.   

Let me alane, quo jenny than,  
geud custom to invite,  
For I ken many a Gentleman,  
and many a Leard, and K●●●ht,  
That often leu●t me in the 〈◇〉  
and said that I was 〈◇〉  
Then let us eene 〈◇〉 apart,  
we need not 〈◇〉 ●●pair.   

Nay hold, quo he, for by nea means,  
I can of that allow,  
That thou to any Gentleman,  
or Leard or Knight should bow:  
I wad nea for the world itself,  
so quickly horned be,  
Then prithee jenny have a care,  
for to provt kind to me.   

ne'er rack, quo she, I'll keep a Lass,  
shall blithe and bonny be,  
And I'll get her a Leuking-glass,  
her beauty for to see;  
Each morn sheel don a Kerchief clean,  
and sleek her Bonny Brow,  
By that you know what I do mean,  
what think you on it now.   

O brave, quo he, my jenny dear,  
thou makes me for to laugh,  
For when these merry days appear,  
i le fit, and smeuk, and quaff;  
And steel my noe sfrom morn to night,  
until the ground leuk blew,  
And swear, and swagger, drink and fight,  
among the jovial crew.   

Then let us gang about it streight,  
for since that we are married,  
We mun nea lig too long in bed,  
this place will never carry't;  
When we are up about our wark,  
mere ways we may device,  
Then Jenny let us don our cleaths,  
for it is time to rise.     

Printed for W. Thackeray, T. passenger, and W. Whitwood.