Jenny, My Blithest Maid
Jenny, my blithest maid, Prithee listen to my true love now: I am a canny lad— Gang along with me to yonder brow.
Aw the boughs shall shade us round, While the nightingale and linnet teach us How the lad the lass may woo: Come, and I'll show my Jenny how to do.
I ken full many a thing: I can dance, and can whistle too, I many a song can sing, Pitch-bar, and run, and wrestle too.
Bonny Mog of our town Gave me bead-laces and kerchers many: Only Jenny 'twas could win Jockey from aw the lasses of the Green.
Then lie thee down, my beam, Ize not spoil thy gaudy shining gear: I'll make a bed of fern, And I'll gently press my Jenny there!
Let me lift thy petticoat, And thy kercher too that hides thy bosom: Show thy naked beauty's store— Jenny alone's the lass that I adore!
- Hesperus
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My Thing Is My Own: Bawdy Songs of D'Urfey (1653-1723)
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