Jenny, 'gin you can love
and have resolv'd you will try me,
silly Scruples remove
and do no longer deny me;
By thy bonny Black Eye,
I swear nean other can move me;
Then if still you deny,
You never, never did love me.
Jockey, how can you mistake,
that know full well when you woo me;
My poor Heart does so ake,
it throbs as it would come through me!
How can you be my Friend,
that thus are bent to my Ruine?
All the Love you pretend,
is only for my Undoing.
Who can tell by what Art
This Chiming Nothing, called Honour,
Charms my Jenny's soft Heart,
When Love and Jockey has won her?
'Tis a Toy in the Head,
And Muckle Woe there's about it;
Yet I'd rather be dead,
Than live in Scandal without it.
But if you'l love me, and Wed;
And guard my Honour from Harms too;
Jockey I'le take to my Bed,
And fold him close in my Arms too.
Talk not of Wedding, dear Sweet,
For I must have Chains that are softer;
I'm of a Northerly Breed,
And never shall love thee well after.
Then since ill Fortune intends,
Our Amity shall be no dearer;
Still let us kiss and be friends,
And sigh we shall never come nearer.
Jenny, je kunt opnieuw beminnen
en je voornemen het met mij te proberen,
laat dwaze scrupules varen
en ontzeg mij jezelf niet langer;
ik zweer je bij je mooie zwarte ogen,
dat geen ander mij kan vertederen;
als je mij jezelf dan nog steeds ontzegt,
heb je nooit van me gehouden.
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