Well met Jockie whether away
Shall we two have a worde or tway
Thow was so lousie the other day
How the devill comes thow so gay
Ha ha ha by sweet St. An
Jockie is growne a gentle man.

Thy shoes that thou worst when thow went’st to plow
Were made of the hyde of a Scottish cow
They are turnd into Spanish leather now
Bedeckt with roses I now not how.
Ha ha ha &c.

Thy stockings that were of a northerne blew
That cost not past 12d when they were new
Are turnd into a silken hew
Most gloriouslye to all mens vew
Ha ha ha &c.

Thy belt that was made of a white leather thonge
Which thow & thy father ware so longe
Are turn’d to hangers of velvet stronge
With golde & pearle embroydred amonge
Ha ha ha &c.

Thy garters that were of the Spanish say
Which from the taylor thow stollst away
Are now quite turnd to silke they say
With great broad laces fayre & gay
Ha ha ha &c.

Thy doublet & breech that were so playne
On which a louse could scarce remayne
Are turnd to sattin god a mercie brayne
That thow by begging couldst this obtayne
Ha ha ha &c.

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
With golden laces aboute thee spread
Ha ha ha &c.

Thy bonnet of blew which thow wor’st hether
To keep thy skonce from winde & wether
Is throwne away the devill knowes whether
And turn’d to a bever hat & feather.
Ha ha ha &c.

Westminster hall was coverd 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 &c.