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...THE MARMOZET by HILAIRE BELLOC LOVE IN TWILIGHT by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET TO A MOTH SEEN IN WINTER by ROBERT FROST SELF-ANALYSIS by DAVID IGNATOW BRER RABBIT, YOU'S DE CUTES' OF 'EM ALL by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON TO HORACE BUMSTEAD by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON BATTLEDORE AND SHUTTLECOCK by AMY LOWELL EPITAPH IN A CHURCH-YARD IN CHARLESTON, SOUTH CAROLINA by AMY LOWELL |