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=== Jenny Jones (poem) === | === Jenny Jones (poem) === | ||
Please, we've come to see Jenny Jones, Jenny Jones, Jenny Jones; | Please, we've come to see Jenny Jones, Jenny Jones, Jenny Jones; | ||
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And how is she today? | And how is she today? | ||
− | + | Jenny, she is dead, dead, dead; | |
− | Jenny she is dead,dead, dead; | ||
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You cannot see her today. | You cannot see her today. | ||
− | + | What color is she going to be buried in? | |
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Red. | Red. | ||
− | + | Red is for danger, danger, danger; | |
− | Red is for danger, danger, danger; | ||
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Red is for danger, so that won't do. | Red is for danger, so that won't do. | ||
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White. | White. | ||
− | + | White is for angels, angels, angels; | |
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White is for angels, so that will do. | White is for angels, so that will do. | ||
− | + | Ding, dong, | |
− | Ding, dong, | ||
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The castle bells, | The castle bells, | ||
− | + | Ringing for me; | |
− | + | I'll be buried in the old churchyard | |
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Beneath the great yew tree. | Beneath the great yew tree. | ||
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== Comments == | == Comments == |
In The Annexe | |
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Running time | 1:22 |
Appears on | Geogaddi |
In this Twoism thread[1] the sample source of the singing children was discovered. The singing is a slight variation of the Jenny Jones poem. The actual song they sampled is A40 "I've Come To See Your Janie Jonies" on this 1983's Children's Singing Games compilation.[2] You can hear it at 1:59 in this Spotify player.
Please, we've come to see Jenny Jones, Jenny Jones, Jenny Jones; Please, we've come to see Jenny Jones, And how is she today?
Jenny, she is dead, dead, dead; You cannot see her today.
What color is she going to be buried in?
Red.
Red is for danger, danger, danger; Red is for danger, so that won't do.
White.
White is for angels, angels, angels; White is for angels, so that will do.
Ding, dong, The castle bells, Ringing for me; I'll be buried in the old churchyard Beneath the great yew tree.