Jordi Savall - Andrew Lawrence-King - Twas within a furlong of Edinburgh Town (H. Playford's dancing master) | Текст песни

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'Twas within a furlong of Edinborough Town,
In the Rosy 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 or phoo,
and cry it ne'er shall do,
I cannot, cannot, cannot, wonnot,
monnot Buckle too.

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 an 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, cannot, wonnot,
monnot Buckle too.

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