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For eeben years we happy live, we nebber feel
a pain, So happy did we pass our lives, myself and
Jenny Lane; but pleasure we can neber hab, widout tis mix'd
wid pain, tis war my fate dat I should lose my pretty Jenny Lane.
(Chorus)—Oh charming Jenny Lane,
Oh charming Jenny Lane, Who's buried neath de Willow Tree, We'll ne'er see her again
De lay her in de cold ground, how sad it make
me feel, De lay her in de grave-yard, longside ob Lucy
Neal ; Oh pity me, good ladies ail, and grant dis prayer
to me, Dat when I'm dead and gone to rest, you'll lay
me neath dat tree,
(Chorus)—Whar dey laid Jenny Lane, After dat she died ; Neath de Weeping Willow Tree Oil lay me by her side.