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The cheerful parish bells had rung; With eager steps he trudg'd along ; Sweet flow'ry garlands round him hung,
Which shepherds us'd to wear: He tapp'd the window—" Haste, my dear,' Jenny, impatient, cried, "Who's there? " " Tis I, my love, and no one near ; Step gently down, you've naught to fear
With Jockey, to the fair.
Step gently," &c.
" My dad and mammy're fast asleep, My brother's up, and with the sheep; And 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, And ne'er deceive my charming dove: Dispel these doubts, and haste, my love,
With Jockey to the fair.
Dispel these doubts," &c.
"Behold the ring," the shepherd cried; " Will Jenny be my charming bride ? Let Cupid be our happy guide,
And Hymen meet us there! " Then Jockey did his vows renew; He would be constant, would be true; His word was pledg'd—away she flew, With cowslips sparkling with the dew,
With Jockey to the fair.
With cowslips, &c.
Soon did they meet a joyful throng, Their gay companions, blithe and young, Each joins the dance, each joins the song,
To hail the happy pair. What two were e'er so fond as they ? All bless the kind, propitious day, The smiling morn and blooming May, When lovely Jenny ran away
With Jockey to the'fair.
When lovely Jenny, &c.
The following song was recently written for me to the above air, by Charles Mackay:—
"When swallows dart from cottage eaves, And farmers dream of barley sheaves; When apples peep amid the leaves,
And woodbines scent the way, We love to fly from daily care, To breathe the buxom country air, To join our hands and form a ring, To laugh and sport, to dance and sing, Amid the new-mown hay. To laugh, &c.
We've room for all, whoe'er they be, Who have a heart for harmless glee, And in the shadow of our tree
Can fling their pride away. So, join our sport, ye maidens true, With eyes of beaming black or blue ; Come youth, come age, come childhood fair, We've welcome kind, and room to spare,
Amid the new-mown hay.
We've welcome," &c.
THE GOLDEN DAYS OF GOOD QUEEN BESS. The earliest form in which I have found this tune is as " No more, fair virgins, boast your power," introduced in Love in a riddle, in 1729. It has three other names, " The golden days of good Queen Bess," " Ally Croaker," and " Unfortu­nate Miss Bailey."
" The golden days of good Queen Bess" was written by Collins, and not im­probably for one of the celebrations of Queen Elizabeth's birthday, which were so much in vogue, as anti-jacobite demonstrations, during the last century (see p. 568 and note). The words consist of eleven stanzas, and commence thus:— " To my muse give attention, and deem it not a mystery, If we jumble together music, poetry, and history ; The times to display in the days of Queen Bess, Sir, Whose name and whose memory posterity may bless, Sir. 0 the golden days of good Queen Bess, Merry be the memory of good Queen Bess." In Bell's Rhymes of Northern Bards, Newcastle, 1812, is " Barber's News, or Shields in an uproar," to the tune of 0 the golden days of good Queen Bess. " Ally Croaker " is a song by Foote, in his comedy, The Englishman in Paris,

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