Jenny, Jenny, won't 'ee let me love 'ee? Aw——But!!!
When Jenny goes to Mittin' House dressed in her Sunday clo'es She looks so like a hangell in her little pew apart, That when I try to sing the hymns my throttle seems to close, An' I cussn't hear the sermon for the beatin' of my heart.
Jenny, Jenny, won't 'ee let me love 'ee? You'm brighter far than any star That's shinin' up above 'ee; Sartin sure, you make me mazed, Iss, me deear, a whisht an' crazed; Jenny, Jenny, won't 'ee let me love 'ee?
IN THE KITTEREEN
(Kittereen: Cornish for a covered cart).
Jenny an' me in the Kittereen Drove to Callington Fair; There wasn' much more than a foot between Jenny an' me in the Kittereen For both of us was just thirteen, An' of course us didn' care.
Jenny an' me in the Kittereen Drove from Callington Fair; There wasn' much more than an inch between Jenny an' me in the Kittereen For both of us was just fifteen With a packet of pops to share.
Jenny an' me in the Kittereen Drove to Callington Fair; There wasn' much less than a yard between Jenny an' me in the Kittereen For both of us was just seventeen An' both knew the other was there.