Jenny

This is the tale of lonely Jenny

Sold her soul for a single penny

Her future lost for a tinker’s cuss

To a man on the Clapham omnibus

Born in an alley, dank and cold

Her mother barely 16 years old

Abandoned at the door of a church

By a graveyard full of oak and birch

Jenny grew up a wilfull child

Left home on a night stormy and wild

Sold her future for a tinker’s cuss

To a man on the Clapham omnibus

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