XXII. "JOCKIE IS GROWNE A GENTLEMAN.” This Satire was most probably levelled against the numerous train of Scotch adventurers who wisely emigrated to England in the time of James the First, in the full expectation of being distinguished by the particular favour and patronage of their native sovereign. The realization of these hopes, and perhaps some disappointment of his own, excited the gall of the unknown Satirist, and produced this effusion. Its extreme rarity cannot be better exemplified than by simply stating, that no other copy of it was ever seen by Mr. Chalmers, whose knowledge respecting every subject of Scottish history and literature is proverbial: and the late Mr. Ritson absolutely questioned it's existence till he was convinced of his error by the production of the original. The ensuing transcript is made from a very curious manuscript in the possession of the Rev. H. J. Todd, who has given an account of the other parts of the volume in his preliminary observations on the Sonnets of Milton. WELL `* MS. Whether is the old spelling for whither, as in the 8th stanza also. Thy shoes that thow wor'st when thow wenst to plow, They are turnd into Spanish leather now, Ha ha ha, by sweet St. An, Jockie is growne a gentleman. Thy stockings that were of a northerne blew, Most gloriously to all men's vew. Ha ha ha, by sweet St. An, Jockie is growne a gentleman. Thy belt that was made of a white leather thonge, Jockie is growne a gentleman. Thy garters that were of the Spanish say, Ha ha ha, by sweet St. An, Thy doublet and breech that were so playne, On which a louse could scarse remayne, Are turnd to sattin, god a mercie brayne, That thow by begging could'st this obtayne. Jockie is growne a gentleman. Thy cloake which was made of a home-spun thread, Which thow wast wonte to flinge on thy bed. Is turnd into a skarlet red, 1 With golden laces aboute thee spread. Jockie is growne a gentleman. Thy bonnet of blew which thow wor'st hether, Ha ha ha, by sweet St. An, Jockie is growne a gentleman. Westminster hall was covered with lead, And so was St. John many a day; The Scotchmen have begd it to buy them bread; The devill take all such Jockies away! Ha ha ha, by sweet St. An, Jockie is growne a gentleman. 16 110 XXIII. THE COMPLAINT OF THE SHEPHEARD [Black letter; for the assigns of Symcocke.] POOR Harpalus opprest with love Sat by a chrystal brook : And hearing how on pebble stones, Fair stream, quoth he, that pities me, If thou be going to the sea, As I do now suppone, Attend my plaints past all relief, Which dolefully I breath, Acquaint the sea nymphs with the grief Who sitting in the cliffy rocks May in their songs express, While as they comb their golden locks, Poor Harpalus' distress; And so perhaps some passenger That passeth by the way, May stay, and listen for to hear, Them sing this doleful lay. Poor Harpalus a shepherd swain Who still, remorseless-hearted maid, And his good will, poor soul, repaid, Ne'er shepherd lov'd a shepherdess Of shepherdess could be, To her his woes impart, How oft his sighs did testify The dolour of his heart. |