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 His word he pledg’d- away she flew, O’er cowslips dip’d in balmy dew, With Jockey to the fair, &c.

With joy they met the jocund throng, Their gay companions blythe and young, Each join’d the dance, each join’d the song, To hail the happy fair; There’s none return’d so blythe as they, They bless’d the kind propitious day, The smiling morn of sweet May-day, When lovely Jenny ran away, With Jockey to the fair.