Jocker was a rover,
Jocker was a rover,
Jocker was a rover,
When he courted me:
But, noo, his tricks are over,
But, noo, his tricks are over,
But, noo, his tricks are over,
He tykes me on his knee.
(Spoken.) Nan.—Ay! here he's comin'; here's maw jewel comin';—come into my airms, my tracle dumplin', and give us a kiss! Where hae ye been? aw been luikin' for ye all ower.
Jocker.—Where hev aw been!—aw've been walkin' up and down the Kee here. Where hae ye been?—aw think ye've been i' the Sun.
Nan.—Wey, maw jewel, aw've just been i' the Custom-house, getting a glass, and aw've com'd down the Key to seek ye, to gan hyem thegither. Assa, Jocker, divent lie se far off is as ye did last neet, for when aw waken'd, aw was a' starving o' caud.
O, maw hinny, Jocker, &c.
THE CORN MARKET.
A LAMENT.
Tune—"The Bold Dragoon."
O hinney Grainger, haud thy hand, thou'll turn us upside doon,
Or faith aw'll send for Mr. Brand, to claw thy curly croon;
For what thou's myed the Major's dean, wor thenks are due, and thou shalt hae them;
But noo the law toon folk complain, thou wants to tyek their Egypt frae them.
Whack, row de dow, &c.