L’arpeggiata - 'Twas Within a Furlong lyrics
[L’arpeggiata - 'Twas Within a Furlong 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 cannot, cannot, cannot
Wonnot, wonnot buckle to"
He had 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, 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, cannot
Wonnot, wonnot buckle to"
"Or I cannot, cannot, cannot
Wonnot, wonnot buckle to"
"Or I cannot, cannot, cannot
Wonnot, wonnot buckle to"
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 cannot, cannot, cannot
Wonnot, wonnot buckle to"
He had 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, 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, cannot
Wonnot, wonnot buckle to"
"Or I cannot, cannot, cannot
Wonnot, wonnot buckle to"
"Or I cannot, cannot, cannot
Wonnot, wonnot buckle to"