[Music] Let's be jolly, fill our Glasses, Madness 'tis for us to think, How the World is rul'd by Asses, That o'ersway the Wise with Chink: Let not such vain Thoughts oppress us, Riches prove to them a Snare; We are all as rich as _Croesus_, Drink your Glasses, take no care. Wine will make us fresh as Roses, And our Sorrows all forgot; Let us fuddle well our Noses, Drink ourselves quite out of Debt: When grim Death is looking for us, Whilst we're singing o'er our Bowls; _Bacchus_ joyning in our Chorus, Death depart, here's none but Souls. JOCKEY'S _Escape from_ DUNDEE; _and the Parsons Daughter whom he had Mow'd._ [Music] Where gott'st thou the _Haver-mill bonack_? Blind Booby can'st thou not see; Ise got it out of the _Scotch-man's_ Wallet, As he lig lousing him under a Tree: _Come fill up my Cup, come fill up my Can,_ _Come Saddle my Horse, and call up my Man;_ _Come open the Gates, and let me go free,_ _And shew me the way to bonny_ Dundee. For I have neither robbed nor stole, Nor have I done any injury; But I have gotten a Fair Maid with Child, The Minister's Daughter of bonny _Dundee_: _Come fill up my Cup, come fill up my Can,_ _Come saddle my Horse and call up my Man,_ _Come open the Gates and let me go free,_ _And Ise gang no more to bonny_ Dundee. Altho' Ise gotten her Maiden-head, Geud feth Ise given her mine in lieu; For when at her Daddy's Ise gang to Bed, Ise mow'd her without any more to do? Ise cuddle her close, and gave her a Kiss, Pray tell now where is the harm of this, _Then open the Gates and let me go free,_ _And Ise gang no more to bonny_ Dundee. All _Scotland_ ne'er afforded a Lass, So bonny and blith 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.