Teh (sic) prisoner's welcome/Jockie lad an' ye wa'd steal me

Jockie Lad an’ Ye wa’d steal me.

JOCKIE came the other morning,
O! says Katie are ye scorning;
Do ye really think to try me;
Jockie, lad, I’ll ne’er deny ye.
CHORUS.
Jockie, lad, an’ ye wa’d steal me,
I wa’d surely burn my wheelie,
My bonny Jock, an’ ye wa’d steal me.
Jockie, &c.

Before he kist me, his mouth he
dighted,
Lang ere that he did effect it,
My mother wi’ the Iron poker,
She came out o’er my stern quarter.
Jockie, &c.

Sit ye down ye idle hussie,
To your wheelie and be bussie;
If I find you idle Katie,
I will thump your rumple neatly.
Jockie, &c.

But ay since fine I do repent it,
And fair my heart does now relent,

That I ran na o’er the Burnie,
After Jockie, my dear honey.
Jockie, &c.

But an ye wa’d tak me by the hand,
And in before the haly band,
I would sell my pickle yarn,
And we'd be bedded in the barn.
Jockie, &c.