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JENNY DANG THE WEAVER.
At Willy’s wedding on the green,
The lasses, bonny witches.
Were a’ drest out in aprons clean,
And braw white Sunday mutches:
And Maggy bade the lads tak tent,
But Jock would,not believe her ;
But soon the fool his folly kent.
For Jenny dang the weaver*
And Jenny dang, Jenny dang,
Jenny darg the weaver;
But soon the fool his folly kent,
For Jenny dang the weaver.
At ilka country dance or reel
Wi* her he would be bobbing ;
Wh er she sat down lie sat down,
A 'i to hrr he would be gabbing ;
Where er she gade, baith but and ben,
The coof would never leave her,
Ay ktekiing like a clocking hen,
But Jeiif.y dang the weaver.
Jenny dang, &c.
Quo’ he, “ My lass, to speak my mind,
“ In trefh I needna swither;
“ You’ve bonny een, and if you’re kind
“ I’ll never seek anither