Aw, c'mon, MaineDog! the words aren't all that titillating...Worse has been heard from the lips of Kendall Morse, and they didn't kick HIM out of Maine...

Jenny, My Blithest Maid
(music by Samuel Ackroyde, lyrics writer unknown)

Jenny, my blithest maid,
Prithee listen to my true love now:
I am a canny lad -
Gang along with me to yonder brow.
Aw the boughs shall shade us round,
While the nightingale and linnet teach us
How the lad the lass may woo:
Come, and I'll show my Jenny how to do.

I ken full many a thing:
I can dance, and can whistle too,
I many a song can sing,
Pitch-bar, and run, and wrestle too.
Bonny Mog of our town
Gave me bead-laces and kerchers many:
Only Jenny 'twas would win
Jockey from aw the lasses of the Green.

Then lig me down, my bearn,
Ize not spoil thy gaudy shining gear:
I'll make a bed of fern,
And I'll gently press my Jenny there!
Let me lift thy petticoat,
And thy kercher too that hides thy bosom:
Show thy naked beauty's store -
Jenny alone's the lass that I adore!


from Sixty Ribald Songs from Pills to Purge Melancholy

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