[A VERSION of this song, not quite so accurate as the following was published from an old broadside in _Notes and Queries_, vol. vii., p. 49, where it is described as a ‘very celebrated Gloucestershire ballad.’ But Gloucestershire is not exclusively entitled to the honour of this genuine old country song, which is well known in Westmoreland and other counties. ‘Jockey’ songs constitute a distinct and numerous class, and belong for the most part to the middle of the last century, when Jockey and Jenny were formidable rivals to the Strephons and Chloes of the artificial school of pastoral poetry. The author of this song, whoever he was, drew upon real rural life, and not upon its fashionable masquerade. We have been unable to trace the exact date of this ditty, which still enjoys in some districts a wide popularity. It is not to be found in any of several large collections of Ranelagh and Vauxhall songs, and other anthologies, which we have examined. From the christian names of the lovers, it might be supposed to be of Scotch or Border origin; but _Jockey to the Fair_ is not confined to the North; indeed it is much better known, and more frequently sung, in the South and West.] ’TWAS on the morn of sweet May-day, When nature painted all things gay, Taught birds to sing, and lambs to play, And gild the meadows fair; Young Jockey, early in the dawn, Arose and tripped it o’er the lawn; His Sunday clothes the youth put on, For Jenny had vowed away to run With Jockey to the fair; For Jenny had vowed, &c. The cheerful parish bells had rung, With eager steps he trudged along, While flowery garlands round him hung, Which shepherds use to wear; He tapped the window; ‘Haste, my dear!’ Jenny impatient cried, ‘Who’s there?’ ‘’Tis I, my love, and no one near; Step gently down, you’ve nought to fear, With Jockey to the fair.’ Step gently down, &c. ‘My dad and mam are fast asleep, My brother’s up, and with the sheep; And will you still your promise keep, Which I have heard you swear? And will you ever constant prove?’ ‘I will, by all the powers above, And ne’er deceive my charming dove; Dispel these doubts, and haste, my love, With Jockey to the fair.’ Dispel, &c. ‘Behold, the ring,’ the shepherd cried; ‘Will Jenny be my charming bride? Let Cupid be our happy guide, And Hymen meet us there.’ Then Jockey did his vows renew; He would be constant, would he true, His word was pledged; away she flew, O’er cowslips tipped with balmy dew, With Jockey to the fair. O’er cowslips, &c.