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'Twas Within a Furlong
Christina Pluhar
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'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