I'm going for a soldier, Jenny, Going o'er the rolling sea, They've given me a golden guinea, Which they say has 'listed me; 'Tis no use to fall a crying, Give your senseless weeping o'er, Many a day you've heard me sighing, You should have been kind before. 'Tis very fine and pretty, Jenny, Now to wish that I should stay, But indeed, I'm thinking, Jenny, We'll not meet for many a day; What if, heart and spirit sinking, What if I should come to shame? Be it as it may, I'm thinking, You alone will be to blame. Long and dearly I have loved you, And you must full well have known, If I had not faithless proved you, I had never reckless grown; But fare you well, the hours are flying, Time it is that I was gone, When next another heart you're trying, Jenny, look unto your own. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DISASTER by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY ODE TO SIMPLICITY by WILLIAM COLLINS (1721-1759) THE MOUSE'S LULLABY by PALMER COX BREST LEFT BEHIND by JOHN CHIPMAN FARRAR THE SPELL OF THE YUKON by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE DIFFERENT MINDS by RICHARD CHENEVIX TRENCH |