Why should mine eyes see more in you
Than they can see in all the rest?
For I can others’ beauties view,
And not find my heart opprest.
O be as others are to me,
Or let me be more to thee.
“WITH JOCKEY TO THE FAIR.”
WAS on the morn of sweet May-day,
When nature painted all things gay—
Taught birds to sing and lambs to play
And deck’d the meadows fair—
Young Jockey early in the morn
Arose and tripped it o’er the lawn.
His Sunday coat the youth put on;
For Jenny had vowed away to run
With Jockey to the fair.
The cheerful parish bells had rung.
With eager steps he trudg’d along;
Sweet flowing garlands round him hung,
Which shepherds us’d to wear.
He tapp’d the window. “Hush, my dear!”
Jenny, impatient, cried, “Who’s there?”
“’Tis I, my love, and no one near.
Step gently down, you’ve naught to fear
With Jockey to the fair.”