as _Jenny_ my dear;
Ise gave her a Gown of Green on the Grass,
But now Ise no longer must tarry here:
Then saddle my Nag that's bonny and gay,
For now it is time to gang hence away,
_Then open the Gates and let me go free,_
_She's ken me no more to bonny_ Dundee.

In Liberty still I reckon to Reign,
For why I have done no honest Man wrong;
The Parson may take his Daughter again,
For she'll be a Mammy before it is long:
And have a young Lad or Lass of my breed,
Ise think I have done her a generous deed;
_Then open the Gates and let me go free,_
_For Ise gang no more to bonny_ Dundee.

Since _Jenny_ the Fair was willing and kind,
And came to my Arms with a ready good will;
A token of love Ise left her behind,
Thus I have requited her kindness still:
Tho' _Jenny_ the Fair I often had mow'd,
Another may reap the harvest I sow'd,
_Then open the Gates and let me go free,_
_She's ken me no more to bonny_ Dundee.

Her Daddy would have me to make her my Bride,
But have and to hold I ne'er could endure;
From bonny _Dundee_ this Day I will ride,
It being a place not safe and secure:
Then _Jenny_ farewel my Joy and my dear,
With Sword in my Hand the passage I'se clear;
_Then open the Gates and let me go free,_
_For Ise gang no more to Bonny_ Dundee.

My Father he is a muckle good Leard,
My Mother a Lady bonny and gay;
Then while I have strength to handle a Sweard,
The Parson's request Ise never obey:
Then _Sawny_ my Man be thou of my Mind,
In bonny _Dundee_ we'se ne'er be confin'd,
_The Gates we will force to set ourselves free,_
_And never come more to bonny_ Dundee.

The _Sawny_ reply'd Ise never refuse,
To fight for a Leard so valiant and bold;
While I have a drop of Blood for to lose,
E'er any fickle Loon shall keep us in hold:
This Sweard in my Hand I'll valiantly weild,
And fight by your side to kill or be kill'd,
_For forcing the Gates and set ourselves free,_
_And so bid adieu to bonny_ Dundee.

With Sweard ready drawn they rid to the Gate,
Where being denied an Entrance thro'
The Master and Man they fought at that rate,
That some ran away, and others they slew:
Thus _Jockey_ the Leard and _Sawny_ the Man,
They valiantly fought as Highlanders can,
_In spight of the Loons they set themselves free,_
_And so bid adieu to bonny_ Dundee.

_A_ SONG. _Sung by Mr._ Dogget.

[Music:

Let's sing of Stage-Coaches,
and fear no Reproaches;