Jenny Wren fell sick Upon a merry time, In came Robin Redbreast And brought her sops and wine. Eat well of the sop, Jenny, Drink well of the wine. Thank you, Robin, kindly, You shall be mine.

Jenny Wren got well, And stood upon her feet; And told Robin plainly, She loved him not a bit. Robin he got angry, And hopped upon a twig, Saying, Out upon you, fie upon you! Bold faced jig.

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