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’Twas on the morn of sweet May-day,
When nature painted all things gay,
Taught birds to sing and lambs to play,
And gild the meadows fair;
Young Jockey early in the morn,
Arose, and tript it o’er the lawn;
His Sunday’s coat the youth put on,
For Jenny had vow’d away to run
With Jockey to the Fair;
For Jenny had vow’d, &c.

The cheerful parish bells had rung,
With eager steps he trudg’d along,
With flow’ry garments round him hung,
Which shepherds us’d to wear;
He tapp’d the window, Haste, my dear,
Jenny impatient, cried, Who’s there?
’Tis I my love, and no one near,
Step gently down, you’ve nought to fear
With Jockey to the Fair;
Step gently down, &c.