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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 Jockie, with the early dawn,

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 Jockie to the fair;

For Jenny had vow'd, &c.

The cheerful parish-bells had rung;

With eager steps he trudg'd along;

While flowery garlands round him hung,

Which shepherds us'd to wear :

He tap't 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 Jockie to the fair;

Step gently down, &c.

My dad and mam are fast asleep,

My brother's up, and with the sheep,

And will you still your promise keep,

Which I have heard you swear?

And will you ever constant prove?

will by all the powers above!