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Believe me, dear maiden,
your lover you wrong,
Your name is for ever
the theme of my ſong,
From the dews of pale eve,
to the dawning of day,
I ſing but of Jenny,
my Queen of the May?
Again, balmy comfort,
with tranſport I view.
My fears are all vaniſh'd,
ſince Jockey is true,
Then to our blyth ſhepherds
the news I'll convey,
That Jenny alone
you've crown'd Queen of the May,
Come all you young lovers,
I pray you draw near,
Avoid all ſuſpicion,
whate'er may appear,
Believe not your eyes,
leſt you they betray,
Then come, my dear Jenny,
and hail the new may.
