Song II. Jemmy of the Dee

One morn as JEMMY of the Dee, Was passing yonder Vale, The Swain (who blithsome us'd to be) Sang mournfully his tale. Ah! SUSY, had'st thou faithful been, How blest were then my lot, How pleasing then each rural scene, My Pipe, my Crook, my Cot. But you alas! inconstant prove, And rend that Heart from me, You vow'd shou'd know no other Love, But Jemmy of the Dee.

My Ewes and Lambs forsaken stray; The Ev'ning Dance forgot, Neglected every Rustic Play. Since first you fled my Cot. For what avails my Fleecy Care, Why dance I on the green, Why revel it at Wake or Fair, Unless by SUSAN seen. For Thee I wrest'led at the Wake, I shear'd my Flocks for Thee; Ungrateful, how could'st thou forsake Thy Jemmy of the Dee.

With heart oppress'd, his plaintive tale Thus sung the Love-lorn Youth; His SUSY foll'wing down the Dale, Convinc'd of JEMMY's truth. Her absence, all a stroke of art, By Grannum taught, to prove If true, or false, her Shepherd's heart; The men are apt to rove. She call'd, he heard her well known voice, Then seiz'd her hand with glee; She blush'd and sighing, own'd her choice Was Jemmy of the Dee.