'Twas on the morn of sweet May Day (1829)/'Twas on the morn of sweet May Day

'TWAS ON THE MORN OF SWEET MAY-DAY.
Tune—Jockie 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 Jockie, with the early dawn,
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 Jockie to the fair;
⁠For Jenny had vow'd, &c.

The cheerful parish-bells had rung;
With eager steps he trudg'd along;
While flowery garlands round him hung,
⁠Which shepherds us'd to wear :
He tap't 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 Jockie to the fair;
⁠Step gently down, &c.

My dad and mam are 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?
will by all the powers above!
And ne'er deceive my charming dove:
Dispel those doubts, and haste, my love,
⁠With Jockie to the fair.
⁠Dispel those 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 Jockie did his vows renew,
He would be constant, would be true;
His word was pledg'd away she flew,
O'er cowslips tipt with balmy dew,
⁠With Jockie to the fair;
⁠O'er cowslips tipt. &c.

In raptures meet the joyful throng,
Their gay companions blythe and young,
Each joins the dance, each joins the song,
⁠To hail the happy pair;
In turns there's none so fond as they,
They bless the kind propitious day,
The smilling morn of blooming May,
When lovely Jenny ran away
⁠With Jockie to the fair;
⁠When lovely Jenny, &c.