Married, married
I've married my Jinny Wren Bride
     
I've just come away from the wedding
And, Lord, I could laugh 'til I died,
I'll never forget the relations I met
When I married my Jinny Wren Bride

Married, married
I've married my Jinny Wren Bride

Her brother he works in the dockyard.
Her Pa owns a mariners store
And as for their habits they breed just like rabbits,
They own half the cradles on shore

Married, married
I've married my Jinny Wren Bride

I asked her old man for a dowry
He gave me a can of soft soap
A bundle of waste, and some polish and paste
And fifty-four fathoms of rope

Married, married
I've married my Jinny Wren Bride

Now the present I got from her sister
Was some postal cards labeled "obscene"
Her brother the raper gave us some paper
Six packets of service latrine

Married, married
I've married my Jinny Wren Bride

Her panties were made of pink coral
Her bra was two clams held with clips
While from her suspenders, a motor boat's fenders
Hung from her navel in strips

Married, married
I've married my Jinny Wren Bride

Now, most of the strange congregation
Was made up of Wrens lined in fours
While in the back pew was a generous crew
Of Newcastle's favourite whores

Married, married,
I've married my Jinny Wren Bride

So now I'm just off on my honeymoon
I don't know what happens tonight
But I've talked to a few who declare that they do
And they swear she's a bit of all right

Married, married
I've married my Jinny Wren Bride
Married, married
I've married my Jinny Wren Bride