"Twas within a furlong", Z. 605 No. 2 (arr. Pluhar)

'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, wonnot 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, wonnot 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, no, it ne'er shall do, for a Wife I'll be to you Or I cannot, cannot, cannot, wonnot, wonnot Buckle too Or I cannot, cannot, cannot, wonnot, wonnot Buckle too Or I cannot, cannot, cannot, wonnot, wonnot Buckle too