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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 389 |
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Each day I'm declining, in love I'm repining, For nice little Jenny from Ballinasloe.
It was in September, I'll ever remember,
I went out to walk by a clear riverside For sweet recreation, but, to my vexation,
This wonder of Nature I quickly espied; I stood for to view her an hour, I'm sure:
The earth could not show such a damsel, I know, As that little girl, the pride of the world,
Called nice little Jenny from Ballinasloe.
I said to her: " Darling ! this is a nice morning ;
The birds sing enchantingly, which charms the groves; Their notes to delight me, and you to invite me,
Along this clear water some time for to rove. Your beauty has won me, and surely undone me;
If you won't agree for to cure my sad woe, So great is my sorrow, I'll ne'er see to-morrow,
My sweet little Jenny from Ballinasloe."
II Sir, I did not invite you, nor yet dare not slight you ; You're at your own option to act as you please:
I am not ambitious, nor e'er was officious;
I am never inclined to disdain or to tease. I love conversation, likewise recreation ;
I'm free with a friend, and I'm cold with a foe; But virtue's my glory, and will be till I'm hoary,"
Said nice little Jenny from Ballinasloe.
" Most lovely of creatures ! your beautiful features Have sorely attracted and captured my heart; |
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