Jenny ain’t like other girls,
That dress up fit to kill:
Jenny is a little peach,
She growed on Cherry Hill.
All me heart’s wrapped up in her,
For Jenny is me wife;
And I love her and her kid,
You’d better bet your life!

    Jenny’s baby never cries,
    Jennie’s baby’s sweet
    From his little mug and eyes
    To his lively feet.
    You have never seen a jay
    Just like Jennie’s baby;
    You may see one some fine day
    If you’re very lucky maybe!

All the girls were sore on her,
Because she married me;
But when Jenny flashed the kid,
They were a sight to see!
First they yelled, and then they laughed,
It gave them such a shock;
Now they’re very sweet on her,
For Jenny owns the block!

    Jenny’s baby never cries,
    Jennie’s baby’s sweet
    From his little mug and eyes
    To his lively feet.
    You have never seen a jay
    Just like Jennie’s baby;
    You may see one some fine day
    If you’re very lucky maybe!

Jenny never yet has lost
That first look of surprise,
All the world that’s known to her
Is in her baby’s eyes.
Other ladies have their kids,
That look as if they’d break
They take prizes ev’ry Spring,
But Jenny’s takes the cake!

    Jenny’s baby never cries,
    Jennie’s baby’s sweet
    From his little mug and eyes
    To his lively feet.
    You have never seen a jay
    Just like Jennie’s baby;
    You may see one some fine day
    If you’re very lucky maybe!