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 (5) At the ſun's going down, And their work being done, They're the happieſt people on earth, By the oak on the green, Each couple is ſeen, With innocent paſtime and mirth. When harveſt is done, With the former old ſong: The jolly farmer among the reſt, We will dance, ſing, and ſay, It is our holiday, We'll have ale and good bear of the beſt. Let the ſtatesmen deſire, What at court doth aſpire, For his country's good let it be; True juſtice and Pitt, In the houſe always fit. And time will mend ſooner you'll find

BLYTHE JOCKEY. BLYTHE Jockey, young and gay, is all my heart's delight, He's all my talk by day, and all my dreams by night. If from the lad I be, 'tis winter then with me : But when he tarries here, 'tis ſummer all the year.