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The Song Book 81
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 nought 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 powers above, And ne'er deceive my charming dove, Dispel these doubts, and haste, my love, With Jockey to the Fair." Dispel these, &c.
" Behold the ring," the shepherd cried,
11 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 blythe 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, &c.
Chappell. From Vocal Music.