L Little Jenny Wren ITTLE Jenny Wren fell sick upon a time, When in came Robin Redbreast, and brought her bread and wine; "Eat, Jenny, drink, Jenny, all shall be thine!" Then Jenny she got better, and she stood upon her feet, And says to little Robin, "I love thee not a bit!" Then Robin he was angry and flew upon a twig, "Hoot upon thee, fie upon thee, ungrateful chit!" The Wedding of Jenny Wren AYS Robin to Jenny, "If you will be mine, SAY We'll have cherry tart, and drink currant wine.” So Jenny consented the day was nam'd, The joyful news the cock proclaim'd. Together came the Rook and Lark, The feathered tenants of the air, And as it was most pleasant weather, And long did Robin and his mate, Till, doleful to relate! one day Was shot quite dead with bow and arrow. |