by Alfred Perceval Graves (1846 - 1931)
Jenny
Language: English
With laughing looks I once arose, How dark so-e’er the day; Now sadly ev’ry sunburst shows, For joy has fled away, Jenny; For joy has fled away! Nor flocks, nor herds, nor store of gold, Nor broad estate have I; If beauty must be bought or sold, Alas! I cannot buy, Jenny; Alas! I cannot buy. Yet I’ll be rich, if you’ll be kind, And once again agree To bear me still in loving mind, Till I’ve a home for thee, Jenny; A home till death for thee.
Text Authorship:
- by Alfred Perceval Graves (1846 - 1931), "Jenny" [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Charles Villiers Stanford, Sir (1852 - 1924), "Jenny", published [1882?] [voice and piano], from the collection Songs of Old Ireland. A Collection of Fifty Irish Melodies Unknown in England, no. 23, arrangement ; London, Boosey & Co. ; dedicated to Johannes Brahms, August 1882 [text verified 1 time]
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This text was added to the website: 2015-04-08
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Word count: 88