When rural lads and lasses gay

When rural lads and lasses gay Proclaim'd the birth of rosy May, When round the May pole on the green The rustic dancers all are seen: 'Twas there young Jockey met my view,— His like before I never knew. He pip'd so sweet and danc'd so gay, Alas! he danc'd my heart away. And he pip'd so sweet, &c.

At eve when cakes and ale went round, He plac'd him next me on the ground With harmless mirth and pleasing jest He shone more bright than all the rest: He talk'd of love, and press'd my hand! Ah! who could such a youth withstand? Well pleas'd I heard what he could say, Alas! he talk'd my heart away. And he pip'd so sweet, &c.

He often heav'd a tender sigh, While rapture sparkled in his eye: So winning was his face and air, It might the coldest heart ensnare: But when he ask'd me for his bride, I promis'd soon, and soon comply'd; What nymph on earth could say him nay? His charms must steal all hearts away. And he pip'd so sweet, &c.