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( 4 ) After the wedding he told of the fun,

How he hunted the farmer with a dog and a gun;

But now I have catch’d him o fat in my nare,

I’ll enjoy him for ever I vow and declare.

Queen of the May.

TERN winter has left us, the trees are in bloom,

And cowflips and vi’lets-the meadows perfume;

While kids are difporting, and bin’s fill the fpray,

I wait for my Jocky to hail the new May.

Among the young lillies, my Jenny, I’ve ftray’d,

Pinks, daifies and woodbines 1 bting to my maid;

Here’s thyme, fweetly fmelling, and lavender gay,

A pofy to form for my Queen of the May.

Ah! Jocky, 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, your Queen of the May.

Young Willie is handome, in hepherds’ green dret,

He gave you thee ribbons that hang 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 Jocky, fale hearted, his paion denies

Ye flowers o blooming, this intant decay.

For Jenny’s no'longer the Queen of the May.

Believe me, dear maiden, your lover you wrong,

Your name is for ever the theme of my ong,

From the dews of pa'e eve to the dawnings-of day,

I ing but of Jenny, My Queen of the May.