An excellent new play-house song; called, The bonny gray-ey'd morn; or, Jockie rouz'd with love. To an excellent new tune. D'Urfey, Thomas, 1653-1723. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B02819 of text R217680 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing D2721A). Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. This text has not been fully proofread Approx. 3 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 1 1-bit group-IV TIFF page image. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2018 B02819 Wing D2721A ESTC R217680 52614627 ocm 52614627 175843 2240866124

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. B02819) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 175843) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English Books, 1641-1700 ; 2752:29) An excellent new play-house song; called, The bonny gray-ey'd morn; or, Jockie rouz'd with love. To an excellent new tune. D'Urfey, Thomas, 1653-1723. 1 sheet ([1] p.) : ill. s.n., [Scotland : 1700?] Caption title. Contains one woodcut illustration. Attributed to D'Urfey by Wing (2nd ed.). Place and date of publication suggested by National Library of Scotland. Reproduction of original in: National Library of Scotland. eng Ballads, Scots -- 17th century. Broadsides -- Scotland -- 17th century. eebo An excellent new play-house song, call'd The bonny grey-ey'd morn or Jockey rous'd with love. D'Urfey, Thomas, 1700 1 416 4 0 0 0 0 0 96.15 D The rate of 96.15 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the D category of texts with between 35 and 100 defects per 10,000 words. 2008-05 Assigned for keying and markup 2008-08 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2008-09 Sampled and proofread 2008-09 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2009-02 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
An excellent new Play-House Song ; called , the bonny Gray-ey'd Morn ; OR , Jockie rouz'd with Love .

To an excellent new Tune .

THe bonny Gray-ey'd Morn began for to peep when Jockie rouz'd with Love came blithly on ; And I who wishing lay depriv'd of Sleep , abhor'd the lazy Hours that flow did run . But meikle were my Joy's whe● in my View I from the Window spy'd my only Dear ; I took the Wings of Love and to him flew , for I had fancy'd all my Heaven was there . Upon my Bosom Jockie laid his Head , and sighing told me pretty Tales of Love My yielding Heart , at every Word he said , did flutter up and down , and strangely move : He sighing , kiss'd my hand , and vow'd and swore , that I had o'er his Heart a Conquest gain'd . Then blushing begg'd , that I would grant him more which he alas ! too soon , too soon obtain'd . Nor that I do repent , I did comply ; but this I needs must own , my yielding Heart Was quickly overcome by Jockie's Eye , which gave a deeper Wound than Cupids dart , His Cheeks were Cherry red , his Lips the same , his Tongue so many Charms could still express : T●at every word he said did raise new Flames , and kindled , kindled Fire in my Breast . My Jockie does a thousand Ways beside , express himself in tender Love to me : With Arms about my Waste , he sighing cry'd , oh give me thy Consent or I must die , Then with a gentle Kiss doth beg again , that his poor wounded H●art I would but cure , Nor thinking that I felt his Love-sick Pain , for alas ! 't was his , 't was his before . And now ! I could no longer hide my Pain , but let my dearest Jockie know my Heart . Oh , how he hugg'd me in his Arms again ! and ev'ry Kiss he gave did ease my Smart ; Then vowing o'er and o'er betwixt each Kiss , he constant would remain while L●e did last ; Now tell me Lovers ; where 's the Hurt of this , for to enjoy , when that the Knot 's ty'd fast ? FINIS .