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letra de a scotch tune - henry purcell

’twas within a furlong of edinborough town
in the rosy time of year when the grass was down;
bonny jocky blithe and g-y
said to jenny making hay
let’s sit a little (dear) and prattle, ’tis a sultry day
he long had courted the black-brown maid
but jocky was a wag and would ne’er consent to wed
which made her pish and pooh
and cry out it will not do
i canot, cannot, wonnot, wonnot buckle to

he told her marriage was grown a mere joke
and that no one wedded now but the scoundrel folk
yet my dear thou should’st 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 wil’t pish and pooh
and cry it ne’er will do
i cannot, cannot, wonnot, wonnot buckle to

that you’ll give me trinkets, cried 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 a hated living in an odious fulsome way
no, no, no, it ne’er shall do
for a wife i’ll be to you
or i cannot, cannot, wonnot, wonnot buckle to

- henry purcell

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