Jockey an Dolly.

Th' sun shone breet at early morn,     Burds sang sweetly on the trees;     Larks wor springin from the corn,     Tender blossoms sowt the breeze.     Jockey whistled as he went     O'er rich meadows wet wi' dew;     In his breast wor sweet content,     For his wants an cares were few.     Dolly passed him on his way,     Fresh an sweet an fair wor she;     Jockey lost his heart that day,     To the maid ov Salterlee.     Jockey an Dolly     Had allus been jolly,     Till Love shot his arrow an wounded the twain;     Their days then pass sadly,     Yet man an maid madly,     In spite ov the torture, they nursed the sweet pain.     Since that day did jockey pine,     Dolly shyly kept apart;     Still shoo milk'd her willin kine,     Tho' shoo nursed a braikin heart,     But one neet they met i'th' fold,     When a silv'ry mooin did shine;     Jockey then his true love told,     An he axt, "will't thou be mine?"     Tears ov joy filled Dolly's een,     As shoo answered modestly;     Dolly nah is Jockey's queen,     Th' bonniest wife i' Salterlee.     Jockey an Dolly,     Are livin an jolly,     May blessins for ivver attend i' ther train;     Ther days they pass gladly,     Noa moor they feel sadly,     For two hearts are for ivver bound fast i' Love's chain.