The scotch lass deceiv'd by her bonny lad Jockey. To a new scoth [sic] tune of Mr. Farmers. This may be printed, R.P. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B06054 of text R227497 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing S954). 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 B06054 Wing S954 Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.39.k.6[3] 99887365 ocm99887365 182089 2240890727

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 Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 2, no. B06054) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 182089) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books; Tract supplement ; A3:1[3]) The scotch lass deceiv'd by her bonny lad Jockey. To a new scoth [sic] tune of Mr. Farmers. This may be printed, R.P. Farmer, Thomas, fl. 1685. 1 sheet ([1] p.) : music. Printed for P[hilip]. Brooksby, at the Golden-Ball in Pye-Corner, near West-Smithfield., [London] : [1688?] Verse: "Whhen [sic] cold winter storms were past ..." Publisher's name, place and date of publication from Wing. Reproduction of original in the British Library. eng Ballads, English -- 17th century. eebo The scotch lass deceiv'd by her bonny lad Jockey. To a new scoth [sic] tune of Mr. Farmers. This may be printed, R.P. Farmer, Thomas, fl. 1685. 1688 1 527 0 0 0 10 0 0 1897.53 F The rate of 1897.53 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the F category of texts with 100 or more defects per 10,000 words. 2008-10 Assigned for keying and markup 2008-12 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2009-04 Sampled and proofread 2009-04 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2009-09 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
The Scotch Lass Deceiv'd By her Bonny Lad JOCKEY . To a New Scoth Tune of Mr. Farmers .

This may be Printed , R. P.

(1) WHen cold Winter Storms were past , And every Mead with Flowers was grac'd , My Jockey then as fine as May , With Bonnet cock't up , and a feather so gay , Each day came to me , To Cog , Lye , and Sue me , To flatter and Wooe me , But I , alas ! believ'd to soon , And at last found him to be a false Loon , To my sorrow . (2) Early when the God of Day , Had just in the Eastern Skies made way , Then Jockey came to my Bed-side , Wolt gang tull a Kirk , says he , and be my bride ? I answer'd Marry , I se not ready for ye , I se mean for to tarry , And first for our Wedding provide ; Then Wed with Jockey , and lig by his side , To delight him . (3) On my breast he lean'd his head , And thurst down his hand into the bed , Then I cry'd out , O fee , O fee , Thou art sike a Loon as I never did see , My bonny Jockey , I never yet took ye , To be so Unlucky , To hurt the Lass you love so well ; Who never beneath a bonny Lad fell In my life , Sir. (4) I se got in a gude merry Mude , He thought it was time then to be Rude ; He kindly stroakt my Downy Wem , And farther proceeded , O then , O then , I cry'd , nay , look ye , Nay , prithee now Jockey , Be not so Unlucky , For after you will not abide . To take sike a bonny Lass to your Bride , I am sure on 't . (5) When my Jockey the Deed had done , He rose from the Bed and wou'd have been gone , I caught him by th' Breeks , and askt him to wed 'T is Marriage enough , sayes he , for as to Bed ; And so did he leave me , Which greatly did grieve me , He thus should deceive me ; And then quit his Courtship so soon ; But if I trust like another false Loon , Deel take me . (6) Bonny Lasses all take care , No Lads e'er delude ye into sike a Snare : For if they once creep into your Bed , You never must after expect them to Wed ; What words they scatter , They never make matter , 'T is only to flatter , For when the Loon his Will has had , You may look out for another sike Lad , For he 'll leave you .

Printed for P. Brooksby , at the Golden-Ball in Pye-Corner , near West-Smithfield .