Volume I Part 66 (1/2)

I've come to see how Jenny Jones is to-day.

You can't see her, she's ill [then she's worse].

I've come to see how Jenny Jones is to-day.

You can't see her, she's dead!

_Chorus._ There's red for the soldiers, Blue for the sailors, White for the angels [for the _baby_, Chirbury], And black for the mourners [of poor Jenny Jones].

-Berrington, Chirbury (_Shrops.h.i.+re Folk-lore_, p. 577).

XIII. We've come to see poor Jenny Jones.

Poor Jenny Jones is was.h.i.+ng, you can't see her.

We've come to see poor Jenny Jones.

Poor Jenny Jones is drying, you can't see her.

We've come to see poor Jenny Jones.

Poor Jenny Jones is starching, you can't see her.

We've come to see poor Jenny Jones.

Poor Jenny Jones is ironing, you can't see her.

We've come to see poor Jenny Jones.

Poor Jenny Jones is dead, you can't see her.

What shall we follow, in red, blue, or black?

Red's for the soldier, blue for the sailor, Black for the dead.

-Enborne School, Berks (Miss M. Kimber).

XIV. Come to see Miss Jenny Jones, Miss Jenny Jones, Miss Jenny Jones; Come to see Miss Jenny Jones, And how is she to-day?

Miss Jenny Jones is was.h.i.+ng, was.h.i.+ng, was.h.i.+ng, Miss Jenny Jones is was.h.i.+ng, You can't see her to-day.

Farewell, ladies, ladies, ladies, and gentlemen too.

[Miss Jenny Jones is drying, starching, ironing, ill, worse, dying, and dead in turn. Then-]

What shall we dress her in, Dress her in, dress her in?

What shall we dress her in, Dress her in red?

Red's what the soldiers wear, The soldiers wear, the soldiers wear, Red's what the soldiers wear, And that won't do.

What shall we dress her in, Dress her in, dress her in?

What shall we dress her in, Dress her in blue?

Blue's what the sailors wear, Sailors wear, sailors wear; Blue's what the sailors wear, And that won't do.

What shall we dress her in, Dress her in, dress her in?

What shall we dress her in, Dress her in black?