T. R. Smith, comp. Poetica Erotica: Rare and Curious Amatory Verse. 1921–22.
Jockey Was a Bonny Lad
By Robert Burns (17591796)(An old Scots countryside song. From The Merry Muses of Caledonia, c. 1800) |
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. | |
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. | |
“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. | |
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. | |