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His word he pledg’d- away she flew,
O’er cowslips dip’d in balmy dew,
With Jockey to the fair, &c.
With joy they met the jocund throng,
Their gay companions blythe and young,
Each join’d the dance, each join’d the song,
To hail the happy fair;
There’s none return’d so blythe as they,
They bless’d the kind propitious day,
The smiling morn of sweet May-day,
When lovely Jenny ran away,
With Jockey to the fair.
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