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I’ll ne’er deceive my charming dove,
Dispel those doubts, and haste my love,
With Jockie 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 meet us there.
Then Jockie did his vows renew,
He wou’d be constant and be true,
His word he pledg’d—away she flew,
O’er Cowslips dipt in balmy dew,
With Jockie to the fair, &c.
With joy they met the jocund throng,
Their gay companions blyth and young,
Each join’d the dance,each join’d the song,
To hail the happy pair.
There’s none return’d so blyth as they,
They blest the kind propitious day,
The smiling morn of sweet May-day,
When lovely Jenny ran away
With Jockie to the fair, the fair, &c.
THE ANSWER.
YOung Jockie’s wedding was complete,
The dinner was strong beer & meat,
As much as forty folks could eat,
At least I’m sure was there.
Then in the ev’ning ne’er was seen,
Such dancing sure upon the green,
