Shady grove/The maid's complaint for Jockey

THE MAID'S COMPLAINT FOR JOCKEY.

LOVE did first my thoughts employ,
returning day still made me blest,
⟨Which⟩ happy hour came wing'd with joy,
⁠each night was crown'd with balmy rest.
⟨But⟩ now, alas! no longer gay,
⁠I rise to bail the chearful light,
⟨Sit⟩ and sigh the live long day
⁠and pass in tears the sleepless night.

⟨Home⟩, lovely Jockey, hither haste,
⁠sure thou hast long perceiv'd my mind,
⟨Hear⟩ my words I vainly waste
⁠for thou art cruel and unkind;
⟨For⟩ if some maid of happier fate
⁠more favour'd lives, more lov'd than I,
⟨Ah!⟩ free me from this anxious state,
⁠pronounce my fate and let me die.