Thomas D’Urfey (1653–1723)

JOCKY was a dowdy lad,

And Jemmy swarth and tawny;

They, my heart no captive made,

For that was prize to Swaney.

Jocky wooes, and sighs, and sues:

And Jemmy offers money:

Weel, I see, they both love me—

But I love only Swaney.

Jocky high his voice can raise:

And Jemmy tunes the viol:

But when Swaney pipes sweet lays,

My heart kens no denial.

Yen he sings, and t’ other strings,

Though sweet, yet only teize me;

Swaney’s flute can only do ’t,

And pipe a tune to please me.