Have you seen the fair Jessie pass by this way?
You ne’er could forget her, if once you had seen,
She’s fair as the morning, she moves like a Queen.
My sheep are neglected, my crook’s thrown aside,
In pursuit of dear Jessie, sweet Jessie, my bride;
I hear nothing of her, no tidings can glean,
To see is to know her, she moves like a Queen.
Say, have you seen her? oh, pity my grief!
Speak quick, and impart me the needful relief;
You cannot forget her, if once you have seen,