My daddy O was very good

My daddy O was very good, To make me fine he spar'd no pelf, And scrope up money all he could, He'd give it to my bonny self.

My handsome cap from Dover came, Some thoughts from France so gay to see; Tho' sigh'd for by each maid and dame, 'Twas not my cap was dear to me.

Blithe Johnny O, upon his mare, Adown the dell his horn rang sweet, To me presented puss the hare, That o'er the wild thyme ran so fleet,

Tho' Ned a nosegay for my breast Had brought, no flow'r more sweet than he, And warbling Will a linnet's nest, Nor flow'rs nor birds were dear to me.

So softly oh to yonder grove, The moon so kind the while did blink, I stole to meet my own true love, Yet on false love I fell to think.

The rustling leaves increase my fears, A footstep falls, who can it be? O joy! my Jemmy now appears, And he alone was dear to me.