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Rh Around the tall Mary-pale be dances ſo neat,

And ſonnets of love the dear boy can repeat:

He’s conſtant, he’s valiant, he’s wiſe and diſcreet,

His looks are ſo kind and his kiſſes ſo ſweet.

And a bonny, &c.

At eve’, when the ſun ſinks repos’d in the weſt,

And Mary’s tuneful choriſt all ſkim to their neſt,

When I meet on the green the man I love beſt,

My heart is juſt ready to burſt in my breaſt.

And a bonny, &c.

But ſee how the meadows are moiſten’d with dew,

Then come, my dear ſhepherd, I wait but for you;

Let us live for each other both conſtant and true,

And taſte the ſweet raptures no monarch e’er knew.

And a bonny young lad is my Jocky,

And a bonny young lad is my Jocky.

As Hebe was tending her ſheep t’other day,

where the warblers whiſtle and fing,

A rural young ſwain came tripping that way,

as brisk and as blithe as a king.

The youth was a ſtranger to trouble and care,

contentment e er guided his will;

Yet ever regarded the ſmiles of the fair,

tho’ always bred up in a mill.