JENNY,
MY LITTLE FLOWER-GIRL.
MY LITTLE FLOWER-GIRL.
MY LITTLE FLOWER-GIRL.
Granny lives across the moor;Granny’s old and granny’s poor,Scarce can cross her cottage door,But she has sweet Jenny.Little maid with tender eyes,Softly blue as summer skies,Golden locks a queen might prizeCrown her, fairest Jenny.When the birds at early dawnChirp a welcome to the morn,Glad the darksome night has gone,Swift uprises Jenny.With a kiss and fond caress,Helps the poor old dame to dress,Gently smoothing each white tress—Blessings on sweet Jenny,As she passes with her flowers,Gathered fresh from woodland bowers,Dewy bright with summer showers,Fresh and pure as Jenny.For granny’s sake she gayly hies,And to the market bears her prize,Where, “Please to buy my flowers,” she cries,“Oh, please to buy of Jenny.”
Granny lives across the moor;Granny’s old and granny’s poor,Scarce can cross her cottage door,But she has sweet Jenny.Little maid with tender eyes,Softly blue as summer skies,Golden locks a queen might prizeCrown her, fairest Jenny.When the birds at early dawnChirp a welcome to the morn,Glad the darksome night has gone,Swift uprises Jenny.With a kiss and fond caress,Helps the poor old dame to dress,Gently smoothing each white tress—Blessings on sweet Jenny,As she passes with her flowers,Gathered fresh from woodland bowers,Dewy bright with summer showers,Fresh and pure as Jenny.For granny’s sake she gayly hies,And to the market bears her prize,Where, “Please to buy my flowers,” she cries,“Oh, please to buy of Jenny.”
Granny lives across the moor;Granny’s old and granny’s poor,Scarce can cross her cottage door,But she has sweet Jenny.
Granny lives across the moor;
Granny’s old and granny’s poor,
Scarce can cross her cottage door,
But she has sweet Jenny.
Little maid with tender eyes,Softly blue as summer skies,Golden locks a queen might prizeCrown her, fairest Jenny.
Little maid with tender eyes,
Softly blue as summer skies,
Golden locks a queen might prize
Crown her, fairest Jenny.
When the birds at early dawnChirp a welcome to the morn,Glad the darksome night has gone,Swift uprises Jenny.
When the birds at early dawn
Chirp a welcome to the morn,
Glad the darksome night has gone,
Swift uprises Jenny.
With a kiss and fond caress,Helps the poor old dame to dress,Gently smoothing each white tress—Blessings on sweet Jenny,
With a kiss and fond caress,
Helps the poor old dame to dress,
Gently smoothing each white tress—
Blessings on sweet Jenny,
As she passes with her flowers,Gathered fresh from woodland bowers,Dewy bright with summer showers,Fresh and pure as Jenny.
As she passes with her flowers,
Gathered fresh from woodland bowers,
Dewy bright with summer showers,
Fresh and pure as Jenny.
For granny’s sake she gayly hies,And to the market bears her prize,Where, “Please to buy my flowers,” she cries,“Oh, please to buy of Jenny.”
For granny’s sake she gayly hies,
And to the market bears her prize,
Where, “Please to buy my flowers,” she cries,
“Oh, please to buy of Jenny.”