An excellent new play-house song, call'd The bonny grey-ey'd morn or Jockey rous'd with love This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A48668 of text R75 in the English Short Title Catalog. 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. 5KB 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 B22734 Wing E3800B 99829334

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An excellent new PLAY-HOUSE SONG , Call'd The bonny Grey-Ey'd Morn Or Jockey Rous'd with Love . THe bonny grey Ey'd morn began to peep , When Jockey rous'd with Love came blithly on And I who wishing lay depriv'd of sleep , Abhor'd the lazy hours that slow did run . But muckle were my joy when in my view , I from the window spy'd my only dear . I took the wings of love , and to to him flew , For I had fancy'd all my Heav'n was there . ●pon my bosom Jocky laid his head And sighing told me pretty tales of Love My yeilding 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 ore his Heart a Conquest gain'd , Then blushing beg that I would grant him more Which he alas too soon , too soon obtain'd Not that I do repent I did comply But this I needs must own , my yeilding Heart Was quickly overcome by Jockys Eye Which gave a deeper wound then Cupids dart , His Cheeks were Cherry red his Lips the same His Tongue so many Charms could still express That e'ry word he said did raise new Flame And kindled , kindled Fire in my breast . My Jocky does a thousand ways beside Express himself in tender love to me , With arms about waist he sighing cry'd Oh give me thy consent or Ise mun dee : Then with a gentle Kiss does beg again That his poor wounded Heart I would but cure Not thinking that I felt his love sick pain , For I alas was his , was his before . And now I could no longer hide my Pain , But let my dearest Jocky know my Heart , Oh how he hug'd me in his arms again , And every Kiss he gave did ease my Smart . Then vowing o're and o're betwixt each Kiss He constant would remain while life did last , Now tell me lovers , where 's the hurt of this , For to enjoy when that the Knots ty'd fast . FINIS .
The CAPING TRADE To its own proper Tune . COme all brave Boyes o' th' Caping ▪ This staitly Vessel we 'll invade , We 'll pin her Cargo to her Load , No Quarters we 'll afford her : But standing Stout is still brave Fate , Altho our Seas be rough of late . Come Helm-a-lee and low your Top . I 'le lay my Life I 'll board her . The first Attempt may prove in vain , Altho it be neither Blot not Stain ; For the Brave may lose as well as gain , We 'll do it with Bravado's : We 'll wheel about , and undertake To bord her under Quarter-deck , With Blunderbush and ported Pick And with two Hand Granados , Cheer up anone , your mad to think That your in danger for to Sink . But with Broadside closs to her clink , Deal Thumps and turn all over ; Your Bline may split upon her Starn , If you receive no greater Harm ▪ Then a Cup of Brandy , ( your Hearts being warm will soon that loss recover , I have been at the Caping Trade . And Forraign Blood I oft have shed ; But it is true what of Old was said , True honours got by Danger . I 'll stay at home put up my Pick , No Prizes more will to me stick ; For a stately Vessels beat me back , I 'm sure 's was in all England . Declining dayes comes one a pace , How dare I look my Enemy in th' Face , When I came off with great Disgrace ; For lake of store of Powder ? My Ammunitions spent and gone , My little Guns scarce half foot long , And two little Balls are scarce worth one , So I 'm no more for Boarding , All you that Caping take in hand . See that your Men they stout do stand , The Souldiers all at your Command , To fire at once make ready , Stand to it then for ever more , See that your Loss be not before ; Stile first a Gun to the Cabine Door ; Faint heart ne'er wan fair Lady ,
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