Jenny is a-washing, a-washing, a-washing, Jenny is a-washing, you can’t see her now. Very well, ladies, very well, ladies, Very well, ladies, we can’t see her now. [Then follow the same verses for— (1) ironing, (2) badly, (3) dead; And the singing proceeds with—] Please, will white do, white do, white do? Please, will white do, please, will it do? White’s for the weddingers, the weddingers, White’s for the weddingers, that won’t do. Please, will blue do, blue do, blue do? Please, will blue do, please will it do? [Then follow verses as before, beginning— Blue’s for the sailors, the sailors, the sailors. Please, will red do, red do? Red’s for the soldiers. Then—] Please, will black do, black do, black do? Black’s for the funeral, black will do. —Northamptonshire (Rev. W. D. Sweeting). XII. I’ve come to see how Jenny Jones is to-day. You can’t see her, she’s washing. I’ve come to see how Jenny Jones is to-day. You can’t see her, she’s ironing [she’s starching, she’s brewing, she’s baking, _successively_]. I’ve come to see how Jenny Jones is to-day. You can’t see her, she’s ill [then she’s worse]. I’ve come to see how Jenny Jones is to-day. You can’t see her, she’s dead! _Chorus._ There’s red for the soldiers, Blue for the sailors, White for the angels [for the _baby_, Chirbury], And black for the mourners [of poor Jenny Jones]. —Berrington, Chirbury (_Shropshire Folk-lore_, p. 577). XIII. We’ve come to see poor Jenny Jones. Poor Jenny Jones is washing, you can’t see her. We’ve come to see poor Jenny Jones. Poor Jenny Jones is drying, you can’t see her. We’ve come to see poor Jenny Jones. Poor Jenny Jones is starching, you can’t see her. We’ve come to see poor Jenny Jones. Poor Jenny Jones is ironing, you can’t see her. We’ve come to see poor Jenny Jones. Poor Jenny Jones is dead, you can’t see her. What shall we follow, in red, blue, or black? Red’s for the soldier, blue for the sailor, Black for the dead. —Enborne School, Berks (Miss M. Kimber). XIV. Come to see Miss Jenny Jones, Miss Jenny Jones, Miss Jenny Jones; Come to see Miss Jenny Jones, And how is she to-day? Miss Jenny Jones is washing, washing, washing, Miss Jenny Jones is washing, You can’t see her to-day. Farewell, ladies, ladies, ladies, and gentlemen too. [Miss Jenny Jones is drying, starching, ironing, ill, worse, dying, and dead in turn. Then—]