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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
JENNY, I'M NOT JESTING', by ALFRED PERCEVAL GRAVES Poem Explanation Poet's Biography First Line: Ah, jenny, I'm not jesting ...' | |||
"Ah, Jenny, I'm not jesting , Believe what I'm protesting, And yield what I'm requesting These seven years through." "Ah, Lawrence, I may grieve you; Yet, if I can't relieve you, Sure, why should I deceive you With words untrue. But, since you must be courtin', There's Rosy and her fortune, 'Tis rumoured your consortin' With her of late. Or there's your cousin Kitty, So charming and so witty, She'd wed you out of pity, Kind Kate." "Fie! Jenny, since I knew you, Of all the lads that woo you, None's been so faithful to you. If truth were told; Even when yourself was dartin' Fond looks at fickle Martin, Till off the thief went startin' For Sheela's gold." "And, if you've known me longest, Why should your love be strongest, And his that's now the youngest, For that be worst?" "Fire, Jenny, quickest kindled Is always soonest dwindled, And thread the swiftest spindled Snaps first." "If that's your wisdom, Larry, The longer I can tarry, The luckier I shall marry At long, long last." "I've known of girls amusing, Their minds, the men refusing, Till none were left for choosing At long, long last." "Well, since it seems that marriage Is still the safest carriage, And all the world disparage The spinster lone; Since you might still forsake me, I think I'll let you take me. Yes! Larry, you may make me Your own!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE IRISH SPINNING-WHEEL by ALFRED PERCEVAL GRAVES AN IRISH LULLABY by ALFRED PERCEVAL GRAVES FORTUNE MY FOE by ALFRED PERCEVAL GRAVES HERRING IS KING by ALFRED PERCEVAL GRAVES OULD DOCTOR MACK by ALFRED PERCEVAL GRAVES THE LITTLE RED LARK by ALFRED PERCEVAL GRAVES THE WHITE BLOSSOM'S OFF THE BOG by ALFRED PERCEVAL GRAVES THE WRECK OF THE AIDEEN by ALFRED PERCEVAL GRAVES BROTHERS IN ARMS by ALFRED PERCEVAL GRAVES FAN FITZGERL by ALFRED PERCEVAL GRAVES |
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