As Jockey sat down by Jenny one…

As Jockey sat down by Jenny one day, Beneath a tall sycamore shade, The lav'rocks were springing, all nature was gay, While fondly he gaz'd on the maid.

The glance of her eye soon kindled a flame— He found his heart caught in a snare; And said, should I love, would you think me to blame? Ah! do, she cried; do if you dare.

You cannot be angry, dear Jenny, I'm sure, For Nature hath form'd you complete:— She affected to frown, look prim and demure, Till Jockey fell down at her feet.

Young Cupid, he cry'd, with his whimsical dart, Has shot me quite through, I declare; You'll still be unkind, tho' I offer'd my hand, Aye, do, she cried; do if you dare.

Then leaving the ground he resumed his feat, And pull'd the fair maid on his knee— Poor Jenny was soften'd, and felt her heart beat, And struggled to get herself free.

No, no, cried the youth, your consent I must have, The parson to make us a pair: In the church I will meet you to-morrow, dear Jane; She archly cried, do if you dare.