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3 Ah Jockey, I fear

you intend to beguile,

When eated with Molly,

lat night on a tile,

You wore that you'd love her,

for ever and ay,

Forgetting your Jenny,

the queen of the May.

Young Willy is handome

in hepherd's green dret,

He gave you thee ribbons,

that hing at your breat,

Beides three kies

upon the new hay,

Was that done like Jenny,

the queen of the May.

This garland of roes

no longer I prize,

Since Jockey, fale-hearted,

his paion denies,

Ye flowers o blooming,

this intant decay,

For Jenny's no longer

the queen of the may,