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<DATE>2008-09-03</DATE>
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<NAME>John Pas</NAME>
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<HEAD>The Scotch La&s;&s;es Con&s;tancy OR <HI>Jenny</HI>'s Lamentation for the lo&s;s of <HI>Jockey: Who for her &s;ake was &V;nfortunately Kill'd by</HI> SAWNEY <HI>in a Duel.</HI></HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub">Being a mo&s;t plea&s;ant New Song, </HEAD>
<OPENER>to a New Tune.</OPENER>
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<L>TWa Bonny Lads were <HI>Sawny</HI> and <HI>Jockey,</HI></L>
<L>But <HI>Jockey</HI> was Low'd and <HI>Sawny</HI> unlucky;</L>
<L>Yet <HI>Sawny</HI> was tall, well-favour'd and witty,</L>
<L>But I's in my heart thought <HI>Jockey</HI> more pritty:</L>
<L>For when he view'd me &s;u'd me, woo'd me,</L>
<L>Never was Lad &s;o like to undo me,</L>
<L><GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 span">, and almo&s;t dy'd,</L>
<L><GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 span"> would gang and come no mere to me.</L>
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<L><HI>Jockey</HI> would Love, but he would not marry,</L>
<L><GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 span"> was afraid that I &s;hould mi&s;carry;</L>
<L><GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 span"> cunning tongue with Wit as &s;o guilded,</L>
<L><GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 span"> my heart would have yielded:</L>
<L>Daily he pre&s;t me, ble&s;t me, ki&s;t me,</L>
<L>Lo&s;t was the hour methought when he mi&s;t me</L>
<L>Crying denying, &amp; &s;ighing I woo'd him.</L>
<L>And mickle ado I had to get from him.</L>
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<L>But unlucky fate robb'd me of my Jewel,</L>
<L>For <HI>Sawney</HI> would make him fight in a Duel;</L>
<L>Then down in a dale with Cyprus &s;urrounded,</L>
<L>Oh! there in my &s;ight poor <HI>Jockey</HI> was wounded;</L>
<L>But when he thrill'd him, fell'd him, kill'd him,</L>
<L>Who can expre&s;s my grief that beheld him;</L>
<L>Raging I tore my hair to bind him,</L>
<L>And vowed and &s;wore I'de ne'r &s;tay behind him</L>
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<L>I'&s;e &s;hriek'd and I'&s;e cry'd, wa'es me &s;o unhappy,</L>
<L>For I'&s;e now have lo&s;t mine nene &s;weet <HI>Jockey,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Sawny</HI> I cur&s;t and bid him to flye me,</L>
<L>I vow'd &amp; I &s;wore he &s;hould ne'r come nigh me:</L>
<L>But I'd &s;pight him, hate him, fight him,</L>
<L>And never again would <HI>Jenny</HI> like him:</L>
<L>Though he did &s;igh and almo&s;t dye,</L>
<L>He cry'd fie on me, cau&s;e I did &s;light him.</L>
<L>And from me I'&s;e bid him &s;traightway be ganging,</L>
<L>When with arms acro&s;s, and head down hanging;</L>
<L>Whil&s;t that my poor <HI>Jockey</HI> was a dying,</L>
<L>He to the VVoods then departed &s;ighing:</L>
<L>And his breath wanted, panted, fainted,</L>
<L>VVhil&s;t that for him many tears were not &s;canted:</L>
<L>I'&s;e beat my brea&s;t, and my grief expre&s;&s;ed,</L>
<L>Wae's me that Death my joy had &s;uppre&s;&s;ed.</L>
<L>At which my <HI>Jockey</HI> a little reviving,</L>
<L>And with his death as it were he lay then &s;triving,</L>
<L>Open'd his eyes and looked upon me:</L>
<L>And faintly &s;igh'd, Ah! Death has undone me:</L>
<L><HI>Jenny</HI> my Hony, I'&s;e mu&s;t part from thee,</L>
<L>But when I'm dead, &s;ure there's none will wrong thee,</L>
<L>I did love thee, and that did move me,</L>
<L>To Fight, that &s;o a man I'&s;e might prove me.</L>
<L>But ah cruel Fate to death I am wounded,</L>
<L>Oh! and with that again he &s;ounded;</L>
<L>Whil&s;t for to dre&s;s his wound I apply'd me,</L>
<L>But wae alas his life was deny'd me,</L>
<L>Death had appaul'd him, gaul'd him, thrall'd him,</L>
<L>So that he dy'd with grief I beheld him;</L>
<L>And left poor <HI>Jenny</HI> all a mourning,</L>
<L>And cruel <HI>Sawny</HI> cur&s;ing and &s;corning.</L>
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<L>From <HI>Jockies</HI> cold Lips I often &s;tole ki&s;&s;es,</L>
<L>The which whil&s;t he lived were &s;till my bli&s;&s;es:</L>
<L>A thou&s;and times I did &s;ob, &s;igh it;</L>
<L>And mickle ado I'&s;e had to be quiet:</L>
<L>For as I ey'd him, &s;py'd him, ply'd him,</L>
<L>Never a thought could then pa&s;s be&s;ide him:</L>
<L>I'&s;e bann the Fates that Life denying,</L>
<L>Had robb'd me of <HI>Jockey,</HI> and long I &s;at &s;ighing.</L>
<L>Till I'&s;e at la&s;t with Cyprus crown'd him,</L>
<L>And with my Tears; I'&s;e almo&s;t had drown'd him</L>
<L>The Turtles about us then came flying,</L>
<L>And mourning coo'd to &s;eem a &s;ighing:</L>
<L>I'&s;e view'd him, ru'd him, with Flowers &s;trew'd him</L>
<L>And with my love to the la&s;t per&s;u'd him:</L>
<L>Re&s;olving that I'&s;e not &s;tay behind him,</L>
<L>But &s;ighing, do, and &s;eek for to find him.</L>
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<TRAILER>FINIS,</TRAILER>
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