Favorite new song, called Saucy Tibby, wi' her fifty mark/Jockey at the Fair
JOCKEY AT THE FAIR.
One morning in the month of May,
When Nature paints the roses gay,
When birds do sing, and lambs do play
Upon ⟨the⟩ madows fair,
Young Jockey, early in the morn,
Arose and pass’d the bushy thorn,
His Sunday’s coat the you h put on,
For Jenny had vow'd away to run
With Jockey to the fair.
The chearful Parish Bells had rung,
With eager steps he trudg’d along,
The flow’ry garlands round him hung,
Which shepherds us’d to wear;
He tapt the window, haste, my dear;
Jenny, impatient, cry’d. Whose there!
’Tis me, my love, and no one near;
Step gently down, you’ve nought to fear,
With jockey at the fair.
My dad and mamma’s fast asleep,
My brother is up, and with his sheep,
And will you still your promise keep,
Which I have heard you swear?
And will you always constant prove?—
I will, and meet you in the grove,
And ne’er deceive my charming dove;
Dispel those doubts, and haste to love,
With Jockey at the fair.
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 would be constant, would be true,
His word was pledg'd, away he flew,
With cowslips tipt with balmy dew,
With Jenny to the fair.
In raptures meet the jovial train,
These gay companions blythe and young,
Each join the dance, each join the throng,
To hail the happy pair.
So now there’s none so fond as they!
They bless the kind propitious day,
The smiling month of flow’ry May,
When lovely Jenny run away
With Jockey to the fair.