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