Catches, canons and drinking songs
to your rude health,
Item: Kind Jenny
Song: “I’ll tell my mother,” my Jenny cries, and then...
I'll tell my Mother, my Jenny cries, & then a poor languishing Lover dies; but ye faith I believe ye Gipsey lies, for all she is so grave & wise: she longs to be tickl'd to be tickl'd, to be tickl'd, she longs to be tickl'd; Oh! she longs to be tickl'd.
