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<DATE>2009-04-05</DATE>
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<NAME>Lauren Proux</NAME>
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<ITEM>Proofed and reviewed as part of batch B090031.pdcc.</ITEM>
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<HEAD>The Scotch La&s;s Deceiv'd By her Bonny Lad <HI>JOCKEY.</HI></HEAD>
<OPENER>To a New Scoth Tune of Mr. <HI>Farmers.</HI></OPENER>
<P>This may be Printed, <HI>R. P.</HI></P>
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<HEAD>(1)</HEAD>
<L>WHen cold Winter Storms were pa&s;t,</L>
<L>And every Mead with Flowers was grac'd,</L>
<L>My <HI>Jockey</HI> then as fine as <HI>May,</HI></L>
<L>With Bonnet cock't up, and a feather &s;o gay,</L>
<L>Each day came to me,</L>
<L>To Cog, Lye, and Sue me,</L>
<L>To flatter and Wooe me,</L>
<L>But I, alas! believ'd to &s;oon,</L>
<L>And at la&s;t found him to be a fal&s;e Loon,</L>
<L>To my &s;orrow.</L>
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<HEAD>(2)</HEAD>
<L>Early when the God of Day,</L>
<L>Had ju&s;t in the Ea&s;tern Skies made way,</L>
<L>Then <HI>Jockey</HI> came to my Bed-&s;ide,</L>
<L>Wolt gang tull a Kirk, &s;ays he, and be my bride?</L>
<L>I an&s;wer'd Marry,</L>
<L>I&s;e not ready for ye,</L>
<L>I&s;e mean for to tarry,</L>
<L>And fir&s;t for our Wedding provide;</L>
<L>Then Wed with <HI>Jockey,</HI> and lig by his &s;ide,</L>
<L>To delight him.</L>
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<HEAD>(3)</HEAD>
<L>On my brea&s;t he lean'd his head,</L>
<L>And thur&s;t down his hand into the bed,</L>
<L>Then I cry'd out, O fee, O fee,</L>
<L>Thou art &s;ike a Loon as I never did &s;ee,</L>
<L>My bonny <HI>Jockey,</HI></L>
<L>I never yet took ye,</L>
<L>To be &s;o Unlucky,</L>
<L>To hurt the La&s;s you love &s;o well;</L>
<L>Who never beneath a bonny Lad fell</L>
<L>In my life, Sir.</L>
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<HEAD>(4)</HEAD>
<L>I&s;e got in a gude merry Mude,</L>
<L>He thought it was time then to be Rude;</L>
<L>He kindly &s;troakt my Downy Wem,</L>
<L>And farther proceeded, O then, O then,</L>
<L>I cry'd, nay, look ye,</L>
<L>Nay, prithee now <HI>Jockey,</HI></L>
<L>Be not &s;o Unlucky,</L>
<L>For after you will not abide.</L>
<L>To take &s;ike a bonny La&s;s to your Bride,</L>
<L>I am &s;ure on't.</L>
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<HEAD>(5)</HEAD>
<L>When my <HI>Jockey</HI> the Deed had done,</L>
<L>He ro&s;e from the Bed and wou'd have been gone,</L>
<L>I caught him by th' Breeks, and askt him to wed</L>
<L>'Tis Marriage enough, &s;ayes he, for as to Bed;</L>
<L>And &s;o did he leave me,</L>
<L>Which greatly did grieve me,</L>
<L>He thus &s;hould deceive me;</L>
<L>And then quit his Court&s;hip &s;o &s;oon;</L>
<L>But if I tru&s;t like another fal&s;e Loon,</L>
<L>Deel take me.</L>
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<HEAD>(6)</HEAD>
<L>Bonny La&s;&s;es all take care,</L>
<L>No Lads e'er delude ye into &s;ike a Snare:</L>
<L>For if they once creep into your Bed,</L>
<L>You never mu&s;t after expect them to Wed;</L>
<L>What words they &s;catter,</L>
<L>They never make matter,</L>
<L>'Tis only to flatter,</L>
<L>For when the Loon his Will has had,</L>
<L>You may look out for another &s;ike Lad,</L>
<L>For he'll leave you.</L>
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<P>Printed for <HI>P. Brooksby,</HI> at the <HI>Golden-Ball</HI> in <HI>Pye-Corner,</HI> near <HI>We&s;t-Smithfield.</HI></P>
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