American Old Time Song Lyrics: 24 Jennie, Our Darling, The Pride Of Our Home

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 24

JENNIE, OUR DARLING, THE PRIDE OF OUR HOME.
Copyright, 1880, by J. L. Feeney.
Words and Music by J. L. Feeney.

I've a dear little wife, the joy of my life,
We've a sweet little baby girl;
She is just turning three, and so dear to me,
My baby, my own precious pearl.
Ev'ry night in the week, when my home I do seek,
There's no joy 'neath the heavenly dome
Can ever compare with the treasure I've there,
Jennie, our darling, the pride of our home.

Chorus.
Papa, kiss me, take me on your knee,
I've no cause to wander or roam;
I's papa's own girl, my sweet precious pearl,
Jennie, our darling, the pride of our home.

She will bring to my side my slippers with pride,
Then merrily climb on my knee;
And soon she will say, in her sweet, childish way,
Oh, papa, dear papa, kiss me.
She will hug and caress, lay her head on my breast,
I love her, my darling, my own;
There's naught can replace my sweet Jennie's bright face,
Jennie, our darling, the pride of our home.-Chorus.

As she sits on my knee in sweet ecstasy,
A story to her I relate;
An olden tale sweet she often makes me repeat,
What joy 'tis to hear her sweet prate.
If in some future time I perchance leave this clime,
Far away among strangers to roam,
'Twould grieve me to part from the light of my heart,
Jennie, our darling the pride of our home-Chorus.