Jenny

With laughing looks I once arose,

How dark so-e'er the day;

Now sadly ev'ry sunburst shows,

For joy has fled away,

Jenny; For joy has fled away!

Nor flocks, nor herds, nor store of gold,

Nor broad estate have I;

If beauty must be bought or sold,

Alas! I cannot buy,

Jenny; Alas! I cannot buy.

Yet I'll be rich, if you'll be kind,

And once again agree

To bear me still in loving mind,

Till I've a home for thee,

Jenny; A home till death for thee.