T. R. Smith, comp. Poetica Erotica: Rare and Curious Amatory Verse. 1921–22.
Jenny My Blithest Maid
Anonymous(From Pills to Purge Melancholy, 1707) |
JENNY, my blithest Maid, | |
Prithee listen to my true Love now; | |
I am a canny Lad, | |
Gang along with me to yonder Brow; | |
Aw the Boughs shall shade us round, | 5 |
While the Nightingale and Linnet teach us, | |
How the Lad the Lass may woo, | |
Come, and I’ll shew my Jenny how to do. | |
I ken full many a thing, | |
I can dance, and can whistle too; | 10 |
I many a Song can sing, | |
Pitch-Bar, and run and wrestle too: | |
Bonny Mog of our Town, | |
Gave me Bead-laces and Kerchers many, | |
Only Jenny ’twas could win, | 15 |
Jockey from aw the Lasses of the Green. | |
Then lig thee down, my Bearn, | |
Ize not spoil the gawdy shining Geer; | |
I’ll make a Bed of Fern, | |
And I’ll gently press my Jenny there: | 20 |
Let me lift thy Petticoat, | |
And thy Kercher too that hides thy Bosom; | |
Shew thy naked Beauty’s store, | |
Jenny alone’s the Lass that I adore. | |