1
My Jackey is the blythest lad
That e'er young maid did woo;
When he appears my heart is glad,
For he is kind and true.
He talks of love whene'er we meet,
His words in rapture flow;
Then tunes his pipe, and sings so sweet,
I have not pow'r to go.
He tunes his pipe, and sings so sweet,
I have not pow'r to go.
2
All other lasses he forsakes
And flies to me alone;
At ev'ry fair or other wakes
I hear the maidens moan.
He buys me toys, and sweetmeats too,
And ribbands for my hair:
What swain was ever half so true,
Or half so blest a fair?
3
Where'er I go I nothing fear,
If Jackey is but by:
For I alone am all his care
whnever danger's nigh.
He comes to wed next whit-sunday
And make me blest for life.
Can I refuse, ye maidens, say,
To be young Jackey's wife?
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Mozart transcription by Mary Van Deusen, Corrections by Mary Jane Corry
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