Happy little day, jimmy went away
Met his little jenny on a public holiday
A happy pair they made, so decorously laid
neath the gay illuminations all along the promenade
its so good to know theres still a little magic in the air
Ill weave my spell
jenny will you stay - tarry with me pray
Nothing ere need come between us tell me love, what do you say
oh no I must away to my mum in disarray
If my mother should discover how I spent my holiday
It would be of small avail to talk of magic in the air
Ill weave my spell
[chorus:]
O rock of ages, do not crumble, love is breathing still
O lady moon, shine down a little people magic if you will
Jenny pines away, writes a letter everyday
we must ever be together, nothing can my love erase
oh no Im compromised, I must apologise
If my lady should discover how I spent my holidays . . .
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