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A SCOTCH SONG, by                    
First Line: Twas within a furlong of edinborough town
Last Line: Or I cannot, cannot, &c.
Subject(s): Scotland


'Twas within a Furlong of Edinborough Town,
In the Rosie time of year when the Grass was down;
Bonny Jockey Blith and Gay,
Said to Jenny making Hay,
Let's sit a little (Dear) and prattle,
'Tis a sultry Day:
He long had Courted the Black-Brow'd Maid,
But Jockey was a Wag and would ne'er consent to Wed;
Which made her pish and phoo, and cry out it will not do,
I cannot, cannot, cannot, wonnot, monnot Buckle too.

He told her Marriage was grown a meer Joke,
And that no one Wedded now, but the Scoundrel Folk;
Yet my dear, thou shouldest prevail,
But I know not what I ail,
I shall dream of Clogs, and silly Dogs,
With Bottles at their Tail;
But I'll give thee Gloves, and a Bongrace to wear,
And a pretty Filly-Foal, to ride out and take the Air;
If thou ne'er will pish nor phoo, and cry it ne'er shall do,
I cannot, cannot, &c.

That you'll give me Trinkets, cry'd she, I believe,
But ah! What in return must your poor Jenny give;
When my Maiden Treasure's gone,
I must gang to London Town,
And Roar, and Rant, and Patch and Paint,
And Kiss for half a Crown:
Each Drunken Bully oblige for Pay,
And earn and hated Living in an odious Fulsom way;
No, no, it ne'er shall do, for a Wife I'll be to you,
Or I cannot, cannot, &c.





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