He tapt the window, Haste my dear:
Jenny, impatient, cry’d, 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’s 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 those doubts, and haste my love,
With Jockey to the Fair. Dispel those, &c.
Behold the ring, the shepherd cry’d,
Will Jenny be my charming bride?
Let Cupid be our happy guide,
And Hymen meet us there.
Then Jockey did his vows renew,
He wou’d be constant wou’d be true:
His word was pledg’d away she flew,
O’er cowslips tipt with balmy dew,
With Jockey to the Fair With Jockey, &c.
In raptures meet the joyful train,
Their gay companions blythe and young,
Each join the dance, each join the throng,
To hail the happy pair:
In turns there’s none so fond as they,
They bless the kind propitious day,
The smiling morn of blooming May,
When lovely Jenny ran away
With Jockey to the Fair.
When lovely Jenny, &c.
