Joy upon thy bright cheek dances, Hob
a derry dando, Jane, sweet Jane! From thine eyes Love's arrow glances, Hob a derry dando, Jane, sweet Jane! In the
greenwood I am waiting All alone, sweet Jane; To the tuneful birds relating How I love thee, Jane; Come unto the
trysting tree, Jane, sweet Jane!
Oh! that winged were thy lover, Hob a derry dando, Jane, sweet Jane! Round
thee like a dove to hover, Hob a derry dando, Jane, sweet Jane! Think not I can ever leave thee, No! Such thought
is vain! Think not I could e'er deceive thee; Oh, no! pretty Jane! Thou art all the world to me Jane, sweet Jane!
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