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. | |