Jockey’s Escape from DUNDEE; and the
Parsons Daughter whom he had Mow’d.
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WHere gott’st thou the Haver-mill bonack?
Blind Booby can’st thou not see;
Ise got it out of the Scotch-man’s Wallet,
As he lig lousing him under a Tree:
Come fill up my Cup, come fill up my Can,
Come Saddle my Horse, and call up my Man;
Come open the Gates, and let me go free,
And shew me the way to bonny Dundee.
For I have neither robbed nor stole,
Nor have I done any injury;
But I have gotten a Fair Maid with Child,
The Minister’s Daughter of bonny Dundee:
Come fill up my Cup, come fill up my Can,
Come saddle my Horse and call up my Man,
Come open the Gates and let me go free,
And Ise gang no more to bonny Dundee.
Altho’ Ise gotten her Maiden-head,
Geud feth Ise given her mine in lieu;
For when at her Daddy’s Ise gang to Bed,
Ise mow’d her without any more to do?
Ise cuddle her close, and gave her a Kiss,
Pray tell now where is the harm of this,
Then open the Gates and let me go free,
And Ise gang no more to bonny Dundee.
All Scotland ne’er afforded a Lass,
So bonny and blith as Jenny my dear;
Ise gave her a Gown of Green on the Grass,
But now Ise no longer must tarry here:
Then saddle my Nag that’s bonny and gay,
For now it is time to gang hence away,
Then open the Gates and let me go free,
She’s ken me no more to bonny Dundee.
In Liberty still I reckon to Reign,
For why I have done no honest Man wrong;
The Parson may take his Daughter again,
For she’ll be a Mammy before it is long:
And have a young Lad or Lass of my breed,
Ise think I have done her a generous deed;
Then open the Gates and let me go free,
For Ise gang no more to bonny Dundee.
Since Jenny the Fair was willing and kind,
And came to my Arms with a ready good will;
A token of love Ise left her behind,
Thus I have requited her kindness still:
Tho’ Jenny the Fair I often had mow’d,
Another may reap the harvest I sow’d,
Then open the Gates and let me go free,
She’s ken me no more to bonny Dundee.
Her Daddy would have me to make her my Bride,
But have and to hold I ne’er could endure;
From bonny Dundee this Day I will ride,
It being a place not safe and secure:
Then Jenny farewel my Joy and my dear,
With Sword in my Hand the passage I’se clear;
Then open the Gates and let me go free,
For Ise gang no more to Bonny Dundee.
My Father he is a muckle good Leard,
My Mother a Lady bonny and gay;
Then while I have strength to handle a Sweard,
The Parson’s request Ise never obey:
Then Sawny my Man be thou of my Mind,
In bonny Dundee we’se ne’er be confin’d,
The Gates we will force to set ourselves free,
And never come more to bonny Dundee.
The Sawny reply’d Ise never refuse,
To fight for a Leard so valiant and bold;
While I have a drop of Blood for to lose,
E’er any fickle Loon shall keep us in hold:
This Sweard in my Hand I’ll valiantly weild,
And fight by your side to kill or be kill’d,
For forcing the Gates and set ourselves free,
And so bid adieu to bonny Dundee.
With Sweard ready drawn they rid to the Gate,
Where being denied an Entrance thro’
The Master and Man they fought at that rate,
That some ran away, and others they slew:
Thus Jockey the Leard and Sawny the Man,
They valiantly fought as Highlanders can,
In spight of the Loons they set themselves free,
And so bid adieu to bonny Dundee.
A SONG. Sung by Mr. Dogget.
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