ALWAYS MIND YOUR SISTER, JENNIE.
Words and music by Chas. Graham.
A plain little cottage, a cold winter’s day,A fond mother’s life slowly ebbing away,Two sisters in tears standing there by her bed,To hear the last words that their dearest friend said.One sister to womanhood lately had grown,The other to fifteen years scarcely could own.The poor mother knew that the youngest was wild,So her counsel she gave to her fair, youngest child;“There are things, little girl, that you can’t understand,There are lures and temptations, dear, on ev’ry hand,You will find, little Jennie, thro’ sorrow and woe,That your sister will comfort and love you, I know!”Chorus.“Always mind your sister, Jennie,She’s the dearest friend of any,You will need her, darling heed her, and you’ll never have a fear;She will be a mother to you,Let her life be happy through you,Just believe her, don’t deceive her, always mind your sister dear.”A street in the city, a warm summer’s night,A tall, pretty lassie, a youth gay and bright,She, laughing and talking as slowly they passed,He, thinking, “My angel, I’ve got you at last!”“Suppose we have supper, my pretty,” he says,“I know where to take you, a nice quiet place,Of course you’ll say ‘yes,’ for it’s not very late,And then I will see you as far as the gate.”But before she could answer, a form that she knew,Came quickly towards her, ah! what should she do?Her sister was calling, “Come, Jennie, away,”And the dear voice of mother again seemed to say:—Chorus.
A plain little cottage, a cold winter’s day,A fond mother’s life slowly ebbing away,Two sisters in tears standing there by her bed,To hear the last words that their dearest friend said.One sister to womanhood lately had grown,The other to fifteen years scarcely could own.The poor mother knew that the youngest was wild,So her counsel she gave to her fair, youngest child;“There are things, little girl, that you can’t understand,There are lures and temptations, dear, on ev’ry hand,You will find, little Jennie, thro’ sorrow and woe,That your sister will comfort and love you, I know!”Chorus.“Always mind your sister, Jennie,She’s the dearest friend of any,You will need her, darling heed her, and you’ll never have a fear;She will be a mother to you,Let her life be happy through you,Just believe her, don’t deceive her, always mind your sister dear.”A street in the city, a warm summer’s night,A tall, pretty lassie, a youth gay and bright,She, laughing and talking as slowly they passed,He, thinking, “My angel, I’ve got you at last!”“Suppose we have supper, my pretty,” he says,“I know where to take you, a nice quiet place,Of course you’ll say ‘yes,’ for it’s not very late,And then I will see you as far as the gate.”But before she could answer, a form that she knew,Came quickly towards her, ah! what should she do?Her sister was calling, “Come, Jennie, away,”And the dear voice of mother again seemed to say:—Chorus.
A plain little cottage, a cold winter’s day,A fond mother’s life slowly ebbing away,Two sisters in tears standing there by her bed,To hear the last words that their dearest friend said.One sister to womanhood lately had grown,The other to fifteen years scarcely could own.The poor mother knew that the youngest was wild,So her counsel she gave to her fair, youngest child;“There are things, little girl, that you can’t understand,There are lures and temptations, dear, on ev’ry hand,You will find, little Jennie, thro’ sorrow and woe,That your sister will comfort and love you, I know!”
A plain little cottage, a cold winter’s day,
A fond mother’s life slowly ebbing away,
Two sisters in tears standing there by her bed,
To hear the last words that their dearest friend said.
One sister to womanhood lately had grown,
The other to fifteen years scarcely could own.
The poor mother knew that the youngest was wild,
So her counsel she gave to her fair, youngest child;
“There are things, little girl, that you can’t understand,
There are lures and temptations, dear, on ev’ry hand,
You will find, little Jennie, thro’ sorrow and woe,
That your sister will comfort and love you, I know!”
Chorus.“Always mind your sister, Jennie,She’s the dearest friend of any,You will need her, darling heed her, and you’ll never have a fear;She will be a mother to you,Let her life be happy through you,Just believe her, don’t deceive her, always mind your sister dear.”
Chorus.
“Always mind your sister, Jennie,
She’s the dearest friend of any,
You will need her, darling heed her, and you’ll never have a fear;
She will be a mother to you,
Let her life be happy through you,
Just believe her, don’t deceive her, always mind your sister dear.”
A street in the city, a warm summer’s night,A tall, pretty lassie, a youth gay and bright,She, laughing and talking as slowly they passed,He, thinking, “My angel, I’ve got you at last!”“Suppose we have supper, my pretty,” he says,“I know where to take you, a nice quiet place,Of course you’ll say ‘yes,’ for it’s not very late,And then I will see you as far as the gate.”But before she could answer, a form that she knew,Came quickly towards her, ah! what should she do?Her sister was calling, “Come, Jennie, away,”And the dear voice of mother again seemed to say:—Chorus.
A street in the city, a warm summer’s night,
A tall, pretty lassie, a youth gay and bright,
She, laughing and talking as slowly they passed,
He, thinking, “My angel, I’ve got you at last!”
“Suppose we have supper, my pretty,” he says,
“I know where to take you, a nice quiet place,
Of course you’ll say ‘yes,’ for it’s not very late,
And then I will see you as far as the gate.”
But before she could answer, a form that she knew,
Came quickly towards her, ah! what should she do?
Her sister was calling, “Come, Jennie, away,”
And the dear voice of mother again seemed to say:—Chorus.
Copyright, 1892, byFrank Tousey. Entered at Stationers’ Hall, London, England. The complete words and music of this song will be sent by mail for 20 cents. Address,Frank Tousey, Publisher, 34 and 36 North Moore Street, New York. Catalogues sent free upon application.
Copyright, 1892, byFrank Tousey. Entered at Stationers’ Hall, London, England. The complete words and music of this song will be sent by mail for 20 cents. Address,Frank Tousey, Publisher, 34 and 36 North Moore Street, New York. Catalogues sent free upon application.