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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.
LOVELY JEAN.
Tune—Miss Admiral Gordon's Strathspey.
Of a' the airts the wind can blaw,
