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In turns there’s none so fond as they,
They bless the kind propitious day,
The smiling morn of blooming May,
When lovely Jenny ran away
With Jockey to the Fair;
When lovely Jenny, &c.

Jane was a Woodman’s daughter,
The fairest of the three,
Love in the snares had caught her,
As fast as fast could be:
A Sailor’s son was Harry,
As brave as brave could be,
And he resolv’d to marry
The fairest of the three.
The fairest, &c.

Maria thought it wiser
A rich man’s wife to be,
And so she took a miser,
As old as old could be,
Louisa, felt love’s passion,
But wish’d the world to see,