I married a wife, I took her home.
Gently, Jinnie, fair Rosemary.
But I think I married a little too soon,
As the dew flies over the mulberry tree.

My wife would neither card nor spin,
Gently Jinnie, fair Rosemary;
She was afraid of soiling her delicate skin
As the dew flies over the mulberry tree.

My wife would neither bake nor brew,
Gently Jinnie, fair Rosemary;
She was afraid of soiling her high heeled shoe
As the dew flies over the mulberry tree.

When I came in from holding the plow,
Gently Jinnie, fair Rosemary;
I said, "Dear wife, is my dinner ready now?"
As the dew flies over the mulberry tree.

"There is some cold johnny bread on the shelf."
Gently Jinnie, fair Rosemary;
"If you want any more you can get it yourself."
As the dew flies over the mulberry tree.

I went straightway unto my field,
Gently Jinnie, fair Rosemary;
I cut two little willows so green
As the dew flies over the mulberry tree.

I went straightway unto my barn,
Gently Jinnie, fair Rosemary;
And there I took my old sheepskin down,
As the dew flies over the mulberry tree.

I placed the sheepskin on her back,
Gently Jinnie, fair Rosemary;
And the two little twigs went whickety-whack
As the dew flies over the mulberry tree.

"Go tell your friend, go tell your kin,"
Gently Jinnie, fair Rosemary;
"I was only tanning my old sheepskin."
As the dew flies over the mulberry tree.

Now when I come in from holding the plow,
Gently Jinnie, fair Rosemary;
It is "Yes sire, and no sir, and how do you do?"
As the dew flies over the mulberry tree.

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