MY Jockey is a bonny lad, | |
| A dainty lad, a merry lad, | |
| A neat sweet pretty little lad, | |
| An’ just the lad for me. | |
| For when we o’r the meadows stray, | 5 |
| He’s ay sae lively, ay sae gay, | |
| An’ aft right canty does he say | |
| There’s nane he loes like me. | |
| An’ he’s ay huggin’, ay dawtin’, | |
| Ay clappin’, ay pressin’, | 10 |
| Ay squeezin’, ay kissin’, | |
| An’ winna let me be. | |
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| I met my lad the ither day, | |
| Friskin’ thro’ a field o’ hay, | |
| Sayes he, “Dear Jenny, will ye stay | 15 |
| An’ crack a while wi’ me?” | |
| “Na, Jockey lad, I darena stay, | |
| My mither she’d miss me away, | |
| Syne she’ll flyte an’ scauld a’ day, | |
| An’ play she deil wi’ me.” | 20 |
| But Jockey still continued | |
| Huggin’, dawtin’, clappin’, squeezin’, &c. | |
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| “Hoot! Jockey, see my hair is down, | |
| An’ look, you’ve torn a’ my gown, | |
| An’ how will I gae thro’ the town? | 25 |
| Dear laddie, tell to me.” | |
| He never minded what I said, | |
| But wi’ my neck an’ bosom play’d; | |
| Tho’ I entreated, begg’d an’ pray’d | |
| Him no to touzle me. | 30 |
| But Jockey still continued | |
| Huggin’, dawtin’, clappin’, squeezin’, | |
| An’ ay kissin’, kissin’, kissin’, | |
| Till down cam we. | |
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| As breathless an’ fatigued I lay | 35 |
| In his arms among the hay, | |
| My blood fast thro’ my veins did play | |
| As he lay huggin’ me; | |
| I thought my breath would never last, | |
| For Jockey danc’d sae devilish fast; | 40 |
| But what cam o’e, I trow, at last, | |
| There’s deil ane kens but me. | |
| But soon he wearied of his dance, | |
| O’ a’ his jumpin’ an’ his prance, | |
| An’ confess’d without romance, | 45 |
| He was fain to let me be. | |
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