If every day were full of sun,
And every month were May,
And by the lane were apple bloom,
And bird song all the way,
I somehow don't believe my heart
A jot more gay would be;
For how could life be sweeter
Than with Jenny loving me?

I saw her in the grey of dawn
A-dabbling in the dew.
Her hair was full of glinting gold —
And oh! 'tis true, 'tis true!
She'd diamonds to crown her head,
As sure as here I be;
So how could I be richer
Than with Jenny loving me?

There's some that talk of wealth of lands,
And some that talk of heaven.
What's they beside the sweetest lass
'Tween Johnny Groats and Devon?
I think I'll win the whole wide world,
And sure in heaven I'll be —
Or if not quite, well, near enough —
When Jenny marries me.