Jenny Wren

Jenny Wren, they say you danced with the devil
Jenny Wren they say you moved like an angel
Jenny Wren, how did you hang on to your soul?
You burned up the floor with your spinning and turning
Jenny Wren, did he think you
Were learning what you already knew
How it feels to fly?

The fiddle was screeching, the music was reaching
Down through your body and up the the sky
The Devil endeavoured to have you forever
But he didn't know you knew how to fly

Jenny Wren, you seemed to be in a trance when
Your feet left the floor and you kept right on dancing
The people all thought the devil had got your soul
Like dry autumn leaves that dance when the wind blows
You and your partner swept out the window
Old men wept, and young girls were heard to sigh

No time to waste on a soul that's fulfilled
I'm a middle-age demon with an empire to build
I've got souls to burn, and big negotiations
No time to enjoy my own temptations
So many lesser devils to keep in line
Beelzebub, Balberith, Gressel and Verrine
Dirty Asmodeus, and nasty Astaroth
Inciting all the others to idleness and sloth

Jenny Wren, they say you danced with the devil
Jenny Wren they say you moved like an angel
Jenny Wren, how did you hang on to your soul?
You danced for joy, you danced with a passion
Satan impatient for a quick transaction
Poor old Lucifer couldn't find a ruse for your soul