Mad Jenny - Merry Wives of Windsor
It's no other but Mad Jenny, with her fist raised to the sky
On moonless nights she walks the strand to curse the ships she spies
She mutters low so no one hears, and the winds begin to moan
And sure'n the clouds'll cover the stars, the storm starts in to blow.
Oh the waves they can be wicked when Mad Jenny's
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