English poem
The American Songster, Song
by Anonymous
My Jockey is the blithest lad, That ever maiden woo'd: When he appears my heart is glad, For he is kind and good. He talks of love, whene'er we meet, His words with rapture flow; Then tunes his pipe, and sings so sweet, I have no pow'r to go.
All other lasses he forsakes, And flies to me alone; At ev'ry fair, and all the wakes, I hear them making moan: He buys me toys, and sweetmeats too, And ribbands for my hair; No swain was ever half so true, Or half so kind and fair.
Where'er I go I nothing fear If Jockey is but by, For I alone am all his care When any danger's nigh, He vows to wed next Witsunday, And make me blest for life; Can I refuse, ye maidens, say, To be young Jockey's wife?