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James Brooks
(1760 - 1809)
Twas within a mile of Edinborough Town
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From Brooks' second set of glees, printed in London and Bath, c.1798.
Lyrics: Anon
'Twas within a mile of Edinborough Town,
In the rosy time o' the year;
Sweet flowers bloomed and the grass was down,
And each shepherd woo'd his dear.
Bonny Jockey, blithe and gay,
Kissed sweet Jenny, making hay;
The lassie blushed, and frowning cried:
No, no, it wonna do,
I canna, wonna, munna buckle to.
But when he vowed he would make her his bride,
Though his flocks and his herds were not few,
She gave him her hand and a kiss beside,
And vowed she'd forever be true.
Bonny Jockey, blithe and gay,
Won her heart right merrily;
At church she no more frowning cried:
No, no, it wonna do,
I canna, wonna, munna buckle to.
'Twas within a mile of Edinborough Town,
In the rosy time o' the year;
Sweet flowers bloomed and the grass was down,
And each shepherd woo'd his dear.
Bonny Jockey, blithe and gay,
Kissed sweet Jenny, making hay;
The lassie blushed, and frowning cried:
No, no, it wonna do,
I canna, wonna, munna buckle to.
But when he vowed he would make her his bride,
Though his flocks and his herds were not few,
She gave him her hand and a kiss beside,
And vowed she'd forever be true.
Bonny Jockey, blithe and gay,
Won her heart right merrily;
At church she no more frowning cried:
No, no, it wonna do,
I canna, wonna, munna buckle to.