JENNY GREENTEETH (Nicole Murray) Down by the rush of the river, a lover with aching heart Saw Jenny there trailing her fingers, and thought she might be his sweetheart He stepped over to courteously greet her and stay a while by her leave And felt with a rush of emotion her hand twining into his sleeve. I am called by the name of the river, though as Jenny they know me here The waters pour gracefully into this pool; I swim here but once in the year They talked and his gaze fell upon her robe, as green as the river-weed He saw with a start what he took for a gown was her long hair wrapped round her side Come into the water and bathe, my love Come swim in the swirling pool Come down in the deep with the rocks and the stones Come swim with me now, my jewel Her emerald smile in the sunlight had captured his fearful eye She slid like a seal in the wash of the stream and he felt the bank slipping by No time to cry that he could not swim, no time to draw in and breathe With her hair round his ears and filling his mouth and her long fingers twined in his sleeve First chorus, then... Come into the water and bathe, my love Come swim in the swirling pool Come down in the deep with the rocks and the bones You'll swim with me now, sweet fool
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