Catches, canons and drinking songs
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Song: “I’ll tell my mother,” my Jenny cries, and then...
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Text:
“I’ll tell my mother,” my Jenny cries,
and then a poor languishing lover dies,
but ye faith I believe the gypsy lies,
for all she is so grave and wise,
oh! she longs to be tickled.
