Next morning came the Parson’s Wife,
for scandal was her trade:
I saw your spouse, ma’am on my life,
great with your chamber-maid.
When! where! and how!
I’ll straight discharge the jade:
'Twas underneath the mulberry-tree
he kis’d his chamber-maid.
This scandal, cry’d her Ladyship,
shall not my spouse degrade:
'Tas I myself there made a slip,
and not my chamber-maid.
Both parties parted in a pet,
believing nought was said;
And Betsy keeps her place as yet,
the pretty chamber-maid.
JOCKEY to the FAIR.
'TWAS on the morn of sweet May day,
When nature painted all things gay;
Taught birds to sing and lambs to play,
And gild the meadows fair;
Young Jockey, early on the morn,
Arose and tript it o’er the lawn,
His Sunday’s coat the youth put on,
For Jenny had vow’d away to run,
With jockey to the Fair.
For Jenny had vow’d, &c.
The chearful parish-bell had rung,
With eager steps he trudg’d along,
With flow’ry garlands round him hung,
Which shepherds us’d to wear:
