'TWas within a Furlong of Edinborough Town, In the Rosie time of year when the Grass was down; Bonny Jockey Blith and Gay, Said to Jenny making Hay, Let's sit a little (Dear) and prattle, 'Tis a sultry Day: He long had Courted the Black-Brow'd Maid, But Jockey was a Wag and would ne'er consent to Wed; Which made her pish and phoo, and cry out it will not do, I cannot, cannot, cannot, wonnot, monnot Buckle too. He told her Marriage was grown a meer Joke, And that no one Wedded now, but the Scoundrel Folk; Yet my dear, thou shouldest prevail, But I know not what I ail, I shall dream of Clogs, and silly Dogs, With Bottles at their Tail; But I'll give thee Gloves, and a Bongrace to wear, And a pretty Filly-Foal, to ride out and take the Air; If thou ne'er will pish nor phoo, and cry it ne'er shall do, I cannot, cannot, &c.
That you'll give me Trinkets, cry'd she, I believe,
But ah! what in return must your poor Jenny give,
When my Maiden Treasure's gone,
I must gang to London Town,
And Roar, and Rant, and Patch and Paint,
And Kiss for half a Crown:
Each Drunken Bully oblige for Pay,
And earn an hated Living in an odious Fulsom way;
No, no, it ne'er shall do, for a Wife I'll be to you,
Or I cannot, cannot, &c.
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