Sing baloo loo for Jenny <br />And where is she gone? <br />Away to spy her mother's land, <br />Riding all alone. <br /> <br />To the rich towns of Scotland, <br />The woods and the streams, <br />High upon a Spanish horse <br />Saddled for her dreams. <br /> <br />By Oxford and by Chester, <br />To Berwick-on-the-Tweed, <br />Then once across the borderland <br />She shall find no need. <br /> <br />A loaf for her at Stirling, <br />A scone at Carlisle, <br />Honeyed cakes at Edinbro'-- <br />That shall make her smile. <br /> <br />At Aberdeen clear cider, <br />Mead for her at Nairn, <br />A cup of wine at John o' Groats-- <br />That shall please my bairn. <br /> <br />Sing baloo loo for Jenny, <br />Mother will be fain <br />To see her little truant child <br />Riding home again.<br /><br />Robert Graves<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/baloo-loo-for-jenny/
