My Lou Jennine

Has she need of monarch's swaying wand,

Has she need of regent's diamond crown,

Proudest peers in all this land

Bow to that wee jewell'd hand,

For she's a queen,

My Lou Jennine,

Has she lack of real allies,

Ev'ry zealous minion flies

At the bidding of those eyes

Such, such a queen

Is my Lou Jennine.

Royal maiden, yours, your alone

Is the sole sov'reignty I own.

Take my heart for a throne

Pleading in this plaintive tone,

To be my queen,

My Lou Jennine.