His Sunday’s coat the youth put on,
For Jenny vow’d away she’d run,
With Jockey to the fair, the fair.
With Jockey to the fair.
The cheerful parish-bells had rung,
With eager steps he trudg’d along,
A flow’ry garland round him hung.
Which shepherds us’d to wear;
He tipp’d the window haste my dear,
Jenny impatient cry’d, Who’s there?
’Tis I, my love there’s no one near,
Step gently down, there’s nought to fear,
With Jockey to the fair, &c.
My dad and mam are fast asleep,
My brother’s out and with the sheep,
But will you still your promise keep,
Which I have heard you swear;
And will you ever constant prove,
I will by all the pow’rs above,
I’ll ne’er deceive my charming dove,
Dispel these doubts, and haste my love,
With Jockey to the fair, &c.
Behold the ring, the shepherd cry’d.
Will Jenny be my constant bride,
May Cupid be our happy guide,
And Hymen to the fair;
Then Jockey did his vows renew.
