Then—]

Jinny jo’s lying dead,
Lying dead, lying dead,
Jinny jo’s lying dead,
You can’t see her to-day.

So turn again, ladies,
Ladies, ladies, ladies,
So turn again, ladies,
And gentlemen too.

What shall we dress her in?
Dress her in, dress her in?
What shall we dress her in?
Shall it be red?

Red’s for the soldiers,
The soldiers, the soldiers,
Red’s for the soldiers,
And that will not do.

[Various other colours are suggested in the same way, but are found unsuitable—black because “black’s for the mourners,” green because “green’s for the croppies,” and so on till at last white is named.]

White’s for the dead people,
Dead people, the dead people,
White’s for the dead people,
And that will just do.

—Belfast (Notes and Queries, 7th series, xii. 492, W. H. Patterson).

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