The Music of Stephen C. Foster . | ||
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Jenny's Coming O'er the Green.
BALLAD
1.
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?
2.
Jenny's calm and liquid eyesSometimes bring a sweet surprise,
Like a change in summer skies;—
Why do I love her so?
On her voice, so full of glee,
Wakes the saddest memory:
She is younger far than me,—
Why do I love her so?
3.
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?
The Music of Stephen C. Foster . | ||