OH! how you protest and solemnly swear,
Look humble, and fawn like an Ass;
I’m pleas’d, I must own, when ever I see
A Lover that’s brought to this pass.
Keep, keep further off, you’re naughty I fear,
I vow I will never, will never, will never yield to’t;
You ask me in vain; for never I swear,
I never, no never, I never, no never,
I never, no never will do’t.
For when the Deed’s done, how quickly you go,
No more of the Lover remains,
In hast you depart, whate’er we can do,
And stubbornly throw off your Chains:
Desist then in time, let’s hear on’t no more,
I vow I will never yield to’t;
You promise in vain, in vain you adore,
For I will never, no never will do’t.
Jockey’s Lamentation.
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JOckey met with Jenny fair
Betwixt the dawning and the Day,
And Jockey now is full of Care,
For Jenny stole his Heart away:
Altho’ she promis’d to be true,
Yet she, alas, has prov’d unkind,
That which do make poor Jenny rue,
For Jenny’s fickle as the Wind:
And, ’Tis o’er the Hills, and far away,
’Tis o’er the Hills, and far away,
’Tis o’er the Hills, and far away,
The Wind has blown my Plad away.
Jockey was a bonny Lad,
As e’er was born in Scotland fair;
But now poor Jockey is run mad,
For Jenny causes his Despair;
Jockey was a Piper’s Son,
And fell in Love while he was young:
But all the Tunes that he could play,
Was, o’er the Hills, and far away,
And, ’Tis o’er the Hills, and far away,
’Tis o’er the Hills and far away,
’Tis o’er the Hills and far away,
The Wind has blown my Plad away.
When first I saw my Jenny’s Face,
She did appear with sike a Grace,
With muckle Joy my Heart was fill’d;
But now alas with Sorrow kill’d.
Oh! was she but as true as fair,
’Twou’d put an end to my Despair;
But ah, alass! this is unkind,
Which sore does terrify my Mind;
’Twas o’er the Hills, and far away,
’Twas o’er the Hills, and far away,
’Twas o’er the Hills, and far away,
That Jenny stole my Heart away.
Did she but feel the dismal Woe
That for her Sake I undergo,
She surely then would grant Relief,
And put an end to all my Grief:
But oh, she is as false as fair,
Which causes all my sad Despair;
She triumphs in a proud Disdain,
And takes Delight to see my Pain;
’Tis o’er the Hills, &c.
Hard was my Hap to fall in Love,
With one that does so faithless prove;
Hard was my fate to court the Maid,
That has my constant Heart betray’d:
A thousand times to me she swore,
She would be true for evermore:
But oh! alas, with Grief I say,
She’s stole my Heart, and ran away;
’Twas o’er the Hills, &c.
Good gentle Cupid take my part,
And pierce this false one to the Heart,
That she may once but feel the Woe,
As I for her do undergo;
Oh! make her feel this raging Pain,
That for her Love I do sustain;
She sure would then more gentle be,
And soon repent her Cruelty;
’Tis o’er the Hills, &c.
I now must wander for her sake,
Since that she will no Pity take,
Into the Woods and shady Grove,
And bid adieu to my false Love:
Since she is false whom I adore,
I ne’er will trust a Woman more,
From all their Charms I’ll fly away,
And on my Pipe will sweetly play;
’Tis o’er the Hills, &c.
There by my self I’ll sing and say,
’Tis o’er the Hills, and far away,
That my poor Heart is gone astray,
Which makes me grieve both Night and Day;
Farewel, farewel, thou cruel she,
I fear that I shall die for thee:
But if I live, this Vow I’ll make,
To love no other for your sake.
’Tis o’er the Hills, and far away,
’Tis o’er the Hills, and far away,
’Tis o’er the Hills, and far away,
The Wind has blown my Plad away.
The Recruiting Officer: Or, The Merry Volunteers: Being an Excellent New Copy of Verses upon raising Recruits.