American Old Time Song Lyrics: 40 Always Mind Your Sister Jennie
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 40
Always Mind Your Sister Jennie.
Copyright, 1892, by Frank Tousey..
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 every hand,
You will find, little Jennie, thro' sorrow and woe,
That your sister will comfort and love you, I know!"
"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 thro' 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.