The dew falls on flowers in a mist o' small rain
& beating the hedges low fly the barn owls
The moon wi her horns is low peeping again
& deep in the forest the dog badger howls
In best bib and tucker then wanders my Jane
By the side o' the woodbines which grow in the lane
On a sweet summer Eve tide I walk by her side
In green hood the daiseys have shut up their eyes
Young Jenny is handsome wi'out any pride
Her eyes oh how bright have the hue o' the skies
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