Silly Girl Jill

I wanted to look at some old things I wrote today, and found that for years I had been using a completely stupid file format. So I opened them all on my old computer and re-saved them. It's amazing how much writing a person can rack up in ten years... even so, I think there must be some still missing... but anyway, I found a whole lot of stuff I had forgotten about, especially a load of old song lyrics for puppet shows and such. I can't quite remember what this one was for, there are several versions. It's nice and horrible, and a variation on a classic tale or two.

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Of Silly Girl Jill and the Fox


Spare a thought for Silly Girl Jill
The wind blew hard and it blew her ill
It blew away her poor little head
So she couldn't see her way and she couldn't eat her bread

And a fox came along and he said oh dear
Have you lost your head, have a new one here
It belonged to my mother but she needs it no more
For she walked quite without it up to heaven's door

So Jill stopped pining for her golden locks
And she put on the head of the lady fox
And she saw the fox boy and a pretty fox was he
And he asked her Jill will you marry me

Spare a thought for Silly Girl Jill
The wind blew hard and it blew her ill
It blew away her poor little head
So she took the head of a fox instead

Jill and the fox with their teeth so bright
Killing fat chickens in the dark of the night
And one fine day they had a pretty little cub
But he didn’t have a fox head so she ate him up

Oh Jill said the fox what have you done
You silly girl, you went and ate my only son
Give me back my mothers head, you lousy thief
You do nothing with it anyway but bad mischief

Spare a thought for Silly Girl Jill
The wind blew hard and it blew her ill
It blew away her poor little head
And the night was cold and the sky was red

Jill ran away from the foxes den
And she ran through the forest like a headless hen
And she ran till she heard without ears a cry
It was her old head singing in the brambles nearby

Jill, Jill, silly girl Jill
Where did you go when the wind blew ill
And Jill put on her head, and Jill she cried
for her belly was full but her hair was white.

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I found another version where it's not Jill, but someone called John Robin, but the end is missing off that one, sadly. I quite wanted to know what happened to John Robin.