[Verse 1]
'Twas within a furlong
Of Edinborough Town
In the rosy time of year
When the grass was down

Bonny Jocky blithe and gay
Said to Jenny making hay
"Let’s sit a little, dear
And prattle. 'Tis a sultry day"

He long had courted
The black-brown maid
But Jocky was a wag
And would ne'er consent to wed

Which made her pish and pooh
And cry out "It will not do
I cannot, cannot, cannot
Wonnot, wonnot buckle to"

[Verse 2]
He had told her marriage
Was grown a mere joke
And that no one wedded now
But the scoundrel folk
"Yet, my dear, thou should’st prevail
But I know not what I ail
I shall dream of clogs and silly dogs
With bottles at their tail"

"But I'll give thee gloves
And a bongrace to wear
And a pretty filly-foal
To ride out and take the air"

"If thou ne'er wil't pish and pooh
And cry 'It ne'er will do'
I cannot, cannot, cannot
Wonnot, wonnot buckle to"

[Verse 3]
"That you'll give me trinkets,"
Cried she, "I believe"
"But, ah! What in return
Must your poor Jenny give"

"When my maiden treasure’s gone
I must gang to London Town
And roar and rant, and patch and paint
And kiss for half-a-crown"
"Each drunken bully
Oblige for pay
And earn a hated living
In an odious, fulsome way"

"No, no, no, it ne’er shall do
For a wife I'll be to you
Or I cannot, cannot, cannot
Wonnot, wonnot buckle to"

"Or I cannot, cannot, cannot
Wonnot, wonnot buckle to"

"Or I cannot, cannot, cannot
Wonnot, wonnot buckle to"