Wat'ry god (1)/High Jenny High

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HIGH JENNY HIGH.

MY Father he's a gentleman,
a gentleman was he,
He married me to an old man,
that was three-ſcore and three.
Chorus. Sing high Jenny, high,
and ſing low Jenny low:
For I'll never wed an old man,
for any thing I know.

As I'am two and twenty,
in my virginity,
Which cauſes me to differ,
and we can ne'er agree.Sing high, &c.

I'd rather have a young man,
as much ſo like myſelf,
Or I would have an old man,
with all his mouldy pelf. Sing high, &c.

I'd rather have a young man,
within a ſuit of ſilk,
Or I would have an old man,
with forty cows to milk.Sing high, &c.

I'd rather have a young man,
with a roſe in his hand,
Or I would have an old man
with fifty ploughs of land.Sing high, &c.

The old man when he comes to bed,
he can do nought at a';
He lies as cold down by my ſide,
and turns him to the wa'.Sing high, &c.

O ſome they do adviſe me,
to drown him in a well,
And others do adviſe me,
to grind him in a mill. Sing high, &c.

But I took my own advice,
and took him to a plain,
I ty'd him to a windleſtraw,
and he ne'er return'd again. Sing high, &c.

An old man comes groaning in,
juſt as he wanted life;
The young man comes ſmirking in,
come kiſs me my ſweet wife.Sing, &c.

And when that we go to our bed,
we ly both ſnug and warm,
He kiſſes me, and claps me,
and takes me in his armsSing high, &c.