Jockie to the fair/Jockie to the Fair

JOCKIE TO THE FAIR.

’TWas in the morn of sweet May day,
When Nature painted all things gay,
Taught birds to sing, and lambs to play,
To hail the meadows fair.
Young Jockie early in the dawn,
Arose and trip’d it o’er the lan’,
His Sunday’s coat the youth put on,
For Jenny vow’d away she’d run,
With Jockie to the fair, the fair,
With Jockie to the fair.

The cheerful parish-bells had rung,
With eager steps he trudg’d along,
A flow’ry garland round him hung,
Which shepherds us’d to wear.
He tipp’d the window, haste my dear;
Jenny impatient, cry’d, Who’s there?
'Tis I, my love—there’s no one near,
Step gently down, there’s nought to fear,
With Jockie to the fair, &c.

My dad and mam are fast asleep,
My brother’s out and with the sheep,
But will you still your promise keep,
Which I have heard you swear?
And will you ever constant prove?
I will by all the Pow’rs above;
I’ll ne’er deceive my charming dove,
Dispel those doubts, and haste my love,
With Jockie to the fair, &c.

Behold the ring, the shepherd cry’d,
Will Jenny be my constant bride?
May Cupid be our happy guide;
And Hymen meet us there.
Then Jockie did his vows renew,
He wou’d be constant and be true,
His word he pledg’d—away she flew,
O’er Cowslips dipt in balmy dew,
With Jockie to the fair, &c.

With joy they met the jocund throng,
Their gay companions blyth and young,
Each join’d the dance,each join’d the song,
To hail the happy pair.
There’s none return’d so blyth as they,
They blest the kind propitious day,
The smiling morn of sweet May-day,
When lovely Jenny ran away
With Jockie to the fair, the fair, &c.