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Rh Batchelors, be warn’d by the the ſhepherd’s diſtreſs,

Be taught by your freedom to meaſure your bliſs;

Nor fall to the witchcraft of beauty a prey,

And blaſt all your hopes on a wedding day.

Horns is the gift of a wedding-day!

Want and a ſcold crowns a wedding day!

Happy’s the gallantras a wife while he may,

Or obtains a good one on his wedding-day.

ſing of my lover all night and all day,

He’s ever good-natur’d, and frolic, and gay;

His voice is as ſweet as the nightingale’s lay,

And well on his bagpipe my ſhepherd can play.

And a bonny young lad is my Jocky,

And a bonny young lad is my Jocky.

He ſays that he loves me, I’m witty and fair,

And praiſes my eyes, my lips, and my hair;

Roſe, violet, nor lily, with me can compare:

If this be to flatter, ’tis pretty, I ſwear.

And a bonny. &c.

He kneel’d at my feet, and with many a ſigh,

He cry’d, O my dear, will you never comply?

If you mean to deſtroy me, why do it, I’ll die,

I trembled all over and anſwer’d, Not I.

And a bonny, &c.