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(6) 'Tis I, my love—there's no one near, Step gently down, there's nought to fear, With Jockie to the fair, &c.

My dad and mam are faſt aſleep, My brother's out and with the ſheep, But will you ſtill your promiſe keep, Which I have heard you ſwear? And will you ever conſtant prove? I will by all the Pow'rs above; I'll ne'er deceive my charming dove, Diſpel thoſe doubts, and haſte my love, With Jockie to the fair, &c.

Behold the ring, the ſhepherd cry'd; Will Jenny be my conſtant bride? May Cupid be our happy guide; And Mymen meet us there. Then Jockie did his vows renew, He would be conſtant and be true, His word he pledg'd—away ſhe flew O'er cowſlips dip'd in balmy dew, With Jockie to the fair, &c.

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