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!