Source: Australian Melodist SongsterSWEET JENNY OF THE MOOR.One morn for recreation, as I strayed by the seaside,The sun was gently rising, bedecked in all its pride, I beheld a lovely maiden, sitting at a cottage-door, With roses blooming on her cheek, sweet Jenny of the moor. I stood in contemplation, as I viewed each charming scene, And filled with admiration, as if in some fairy dream; Enchanted by this fair one, as she waited along the shore, Gath'ring of choice sea-weeds, was sweet Jenny of the moor. I said, " My pretty fair one, why so early do you rise?" "I love to breathe the morning air, when the lark soars in the skies, The spot is sweet to wander by, though the breakers often roar, And wake the bosom of the deep," says sweet Jenny of the moor. We both sat down together, by a pleasant shady side, I said, " My dear, with your consent, I'll make you my bride, I've plenty at my own command, brought from a foreign shore, And proud's the man that wins the hand of sweet Jenny of the moor." "I have a true love of my own, though long he's far from me, And true I'll be to him while he is on the sea," His vows were fondly spoken when we parted at the door, I will wait till his return," said sweet Jenny of the moor. Oh, if your love's a sailor, pray tell me what's his name," His name is Dennis Ryan, from Newry Town he came, With laurels I'll entwine him, when he returns on shore, We'll join our hands in wedlock's bands," said sweet Jenny of the moor. If Dennis was your own true love, I know him very well, Whilst fighting' at the Alma, by an angry ball he fell; Behold this true-love token, which upon his hand he wore," She fell and fainted in my arms, sweet Jenny of the moor. "Since you have proved so kind and true, look up, my girl," I cried, "Behold, it is your Dennis, now standing by your side; Let us be united, and live happy on this shore, The bells shall ring- merrily—I'll go to sea. no more." |