Little Jenny Dow
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Lit-tle Jen-ny Dow lives be-yond the mill,
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Her mer-ry voice is heard all round;
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Her hap-py smiles are seen
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on the green clad hill,
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Wher e'er the bud-ding flow'rs are found,
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She greets the blush-ing morn
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like a dew-drop bright,
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And car-ols thro' the live-long day;
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She glad-dens up my heart
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like a beam of light
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And drives my bit-ter cares a-way
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Mer-ri-ly, mer-ri-ly, mer-ri-ly,
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Her win-ning lit-tle voice is ring-ing
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And the wood-land birds are sing-ing
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To lit-tle Jen-ny Dow.
verse 2
Many are the hearts that have sigh'd for her,
And many that have sigh'd in pain,
Many that I know would have died for her,
And las they would have died in vain
Little Jenny Dow never clouds her brow
In sorrow o'er a lovelorn swain:
With spirits full of glee none so gay as she
As she rambles o'er the hill and plain.
