Around the tall Mary-pale be dances ſo neat,
And ſonnets of love the dear boy can repeat:
He’s conſtant, he’s valiant, he’s wiſe and diſcreet,
His looks are ſo kind and his kiſſes ſo ſweet.
And a bonny, &c.
At eve’, when the ſun ſinks repos’d in the weſt,
And Mary’s tuneful choriſt all ſkim to their neſt,
When I meet on the green the man I love beſt,
My heart is juſt ready to burſt in my breaſt.
And a bonny, &c.
But ſee how the meadows are moiſten’d with dew,
Then come, my dear ſhepherd, I wait but for you;
Let us live for each other both conſtant and true,
And taſte the ſweet raptures no monarch e’er knew.
And a bonny young lad is my Jocky,
And a bonny young lad is my Jocky.
RALPH OF THE MILL.
As Hebe was tending her ſheep t’other day,
where the warblers whiſtle and fing,
A rural young ſwain came tripping that way,
as brisk and as blithe as a king.
The youth was a ſtranger to trouble and care,
contentment e er guided his will;
Yet ever regarded the ſmiles of the fair,
tho’ always bred up in a mill.
