Jenny's coming o'er the green
S. Foster
Jenny's coming o'er the green,
Fairer form was never seen,
Winning is her gentle mien;
Why do I love her so?
We have wandered side by side
O'er the meadows far and wide;
Little Jenny's full of pride,
Why do I love her so?
Jenny's calm and liquid eyes
Sometimes bring a sweet surprise,
Like a change in summer skies;
Why do I love her so?
Oft her voice, so full of glee,
Wakes the saddest memory;
She is younger far than me,
Why do I love her so?
Little Jenny never fears,
Hoping all from coming years,
Dashing off the passing tears;
Why do I love her so?
Can I not another find
With her sweet endearing mind,
None with Jenny's charms combined?
Why do I love her so?