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 His Sunday’s coat the youth put on, For Jenny vow’d away she’d run, With Jockey to the fair, the fair. With Jockey to the fair.

The cheerful parish-bells had rung, With eager steps he trudg’d along, A flow’ry garland round him hung. Which shepherds us’d to wear; He tipp’d the window haste my dear, Jenny impatient cry’d, Who’s there? ’Tis I, my love there’s no one near, Step gently down, there’s nought to fear, With Jockey to the fair, &c.

My dad and mam are fast asleep, My brother’s out and with the sheep, But will you still your promise keep, Which I have heard you swear; And will you ever constant prove, I will by all the pow’rs above, I’ll ne’er deceive my charming dove, Dispel these doubts, and haste my love, With Jockey 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 to the fair; Then Jockey did his vows renew. He would be constant and be true,