Ah! who would her place to her Richard e’er supply.
Then, my sister, cheer thine heart, and do not look so sad;
If we can but live together, matters will not be so bad.
Now the blackberries are ripe, and I’ll gather some for thee;
And we’ll eat them, my Jenny, beneath yon hollow tree.
I know too, my love, where some honey may be found;
For I have oft mark’d the place, which the bees do surround;
And I’ll take some for thee, for young Robin taught me how,
One day when I followed in the field with his plow.
Then, my Jenny, be but happy, and cheer us with a smile;