Yet still she blush’d and frowning cried,
No no, it will not do, I can not, &c.
But when he vow’d he would make her his bride.
Though his flocks and herds were not few
She gave him her hand and a kiss beside,
And vow’d she’d forever be true.
Bonny Jocky blithe and free;
Won her heart right merrily;
At church she no more frowning cried.
No, no, it will not do, I can not, &c.