Near a shady myrtle bower
Jockey once was straying.
Jenny chanced to pass that way--
Jenny had been Maying.
Love had made the shepherd sad--
Her disdain was killing,
For the nymph to hear the swain
Seemed never to be willing.

How can the hapless Jockey now
Improve this fair occasion?
Jenny still, whate'er he says
Is deaf to all persuasion.
"See," says he, "yon turtledove
Cooing, chaste, and billing?"
But to hear the faithful swain
Still she was not willing.

He to leave her seems inclined,
Says he'll fly to Molly.
He prefers the nymph that's kind--
Pride, he says, is folly.
Jenny, knowing well his truth,
Her mind with fear now filling,
Soon resolved to hear the youth,
While he to wed was willing.