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Jenny Jones

 

Stock No: 000948

 

Height: 10.5  Inches / 26.5 cm

 

Reference: Harding Book 1, Page 315, Fig 1152

 

A truly superb Staffordshire portrait figure of Jenny Jones standing on a titled shaped base, with gilt script, her hands together at her waist holding knitting, with a milk can under her right arm, wearing a steeple hat, a shawl around her shoulders and long dress and blouse. At the time of writing, we also have the pair to this figure in stock, Edward Morgan.

 

The Ballad of Jenny Jones

 

My name’s Edward Morgan, I live at Llangollen,
From the vale of St. Taffy’d, the flower of North Wales ;
My father and mother too, live at Llangollen,
Good truth ! I was born in that sweetest of vales ;
Yes, indeed, and all countries so foreign and beautiful,
That little valley I prize far above,
For indeed in my heart, I do love that Llangollen,
And sweet Jenny Jones too, in truth I do love.

For twenty long years I have ploughed the salt ocean,
And served my full time in a man-o’-war ship,
And ‘deed, goodness knows, we had bloodful engagements,
And many a dark storm in the pitiless deep.
And I’ve seen all the lands that are famous in story,
And many fair damsels to gain me have strove ;
But I said in my heart I do love that Llangollen,
And sweet Jenny Jones too, in truth I do love.

I’ve seen good King George, and the Lord May’r of London,
With Kings and fair countries and many a Queen,
The great Pope of Rome, and the Duchess of Dangouleme,
Up from King George to Sir Watkin I’ve seen.
But no, not Princesses, Kings, Dukes, nor Commissioners,
No, goodnes knows it, my envy could move :
For indeed in my heart, I do love that Llangollen,
And sweet Jenny Jones too, in truth I do love.

I parted a lad from the vale of my fathers,
And left Jenny Jones then a cockit young lass :
But now I’m return’d a storm-beaten old mariner,
JENNY—from JONES, into MORGAN shall pass,
And we’ll live on our cheese and our ale in contentment,
And long through our dear native vallies will rove ;
For indeed in our hearts we both love that Llangollen,
And sweet Jenny Morgan, with truth will I love