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Jenny Jones

traditional

Please, we've come to see Jenny Jones, Jenny Jones, Jenny Jones;
Please, we've come to see Jenny Jones,
And how is she today?

Jenny she is dead,dead, dead;
You cannot see her today.

What colour is she going to be buried in?

Red.

Red is for danger, danger, danger;
Red is for danger, so that won't do.

White.

White is for angels, angels, angels;
White is for angels, so that will do.

Ding, dong,
The castle bells,
Ringing for me;
I'll be buried in the old churchyard
Beneath the great yew tree.