He shook her down cherries like rain;
'See now,' says he, cheeping, 'a blackbird I be,
Laugh, laugh, little Jinnie, again-gain-gain,
Laugh, laugh, little Jinnie, again.'
Ah me! what a strange, what a gladsome duet
From a house i' the deeps of a wood!
Such shrill and such harsh voices never met yet
A-laughing as loud as they could-could-could,
A-laughing as loud as they could.
Come Jinnie, come dwarf, cocksparrow, and bee,