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JENNY.
With laughing looks I once arose,
How dark soe'er the day;
Now sadly every sunburst shows,
For joy has fled away, Jenny;
For joy has fled away!
How dark soe'er the day;
Now sadly every 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 and sold,
Alas! I cannot buy, Jenny;
Alas! I cannot buy.
Nor broad estate have I;
If beauty must be bought and 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.
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.
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