The Tune after an Italian manner.
Compos’d by Signior Lorenzo Bocchi.
BLate Jonny faintly teld fair Jean his mind;
Jeany took pleasure to deny him lang;
He thought her scorn came frae a heart unkind,
Which gart him in despair tune up this sang.
O bonny lassie, since ‘tis fae,
That I’m despis’d by thee,
I hate to live; but O I’m wae,
And unko sweer to die.
Dear Jeany, think what dowy hours
I thole by your disdain;
Ah! should a breast sae saft as yours,
Contain a heart of stane?
These tender notes did a’ her pity move,
With melting heart she listned to the boy;
O’ercome she smil’d, and promis’d him her love:
He in return thus sang his rising joy.
Hence frae my breast, contentious care,
Ye’ve tint the power to pine?
My Jeany’s good, my Jeany’s fair,
And a’ her sweets are mine.
O spread thine arms, and gi’e me fowth
Of dear enchanting bliss,
A thousand joys around thy mouth,
Gi’e heaven with ilka kiss.