Twas within a furlong [Italian translation]

'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 canot, cannot, wonnot, wonnot buckle to.

He 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, wonnot, wonnot buckle to.

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, wonnot, wonnot buckle to.

• Artist:Henry Purcell