A Scotch tune lyrics

'Twas within a furlong of Edinborough Town
In the rosy time of year when the grass was down;
Bonny Jocky blithe 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-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