Three old Scottish songs (1)/Jockey and Jenny

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Old Scottish Songs.

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JOCKEY AND JENNY.

‘Twas on the month of May, jo,
When Jockey first I spy‘d,
He look‘d as fair as day too,
Gud gin I‘d been his bride:
With cole black eyne, and milk-white hand,
Ise ne'er yet saw the like,
I wish I had gin aw my land,
Ise ne'er had seen the dike.

He fix'd his eyne upon me,
With aw the signs of love,
Ise thought they would gang thro‘ me,
So fiercely they did move.
He tuk me in his eager arms,
Ise made but faint denials,
Ise then, alas, found aw his charms,
Woe worth such fatal tryals.

The bonny lad at last, jo,
Was forc'd to gang away,

But Ise had eane stuck fast tho',
Full nine months from that day.
And now poor Jenny's maiden-head,
Shame on't, they find is lost,
The little brat has aw betray'd,
Was ever lass thus cross'd?

One day young Jenny with her son,
She to the fields did go,
Unto some pleasant valley, where
Sweet smelling flowers did grow:
She sat herself down on the ground,
With tears under a tree,
Crying, Jockey has me betray'd,
And will not marry me.

Now Jockey was a miller's son,
Of Edinborough town,
And as she sat lamenting there,
With tears upon the ground;
She saw Jockey upon a horse,
Come riding on the way,
And on his flute, this muckle lad,
Melodiously did play.

So soon as she beheld his face,
She straitway did arise,

To go and meet this bonny lad;
The tears stood in her eyes;
But when she came to him, she cry‘d,
You've got my maiden-head,
This brat has brought my shame to light,
When will you with me wed?

With that Jockey he did alight,
And with a sweet embrace,
He said to her, my dearest dear,
To-morrow in this place,
If you'll be sure to meet me here,
We to the kirk will hie,
And there, my dear, the marriage-knot
In love we then will tie.

Then with a kiss they both did part,
And met again next day,
They both were marry‘d after that,
And home they went their way.
Unto a house, whereas that day
In joy and mirth was spent,
Thus Jenny she was made a wife,
Unto her heart's content.

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