JENNY, JENNY, YOUR'E A NINNY.

Wairarapa Standard, Volume I, Issue 19, 11 May 1867, Page 4

JENNY, JENNY, YOUR'E A NINNY.

Jenny, Jenny, your'e a ninny not to love a man like me, But I cannot live for ever, through a pretty girl like thee The Greytown girls look very shy, and quizzingly polite Inquire how Jenny is to-day, “ es Jenny dear all right ” At Featherston the girls more bold and tender with their game, Are curious and want to know, has “ Jenny changed her name ” At Masterton, they say, “ poor man, how much he seems to fret, It’s a pity he should waste away, I hope he won’t die yet,” Where'er I go, I hear remarks, how cruel she must be To hold her head so very high not love a man like me.

Now Jenny tell me tell me why, you cannot live and love, Why when I play the pigeon, you refuse to be the dove, Are Wairap men, more smart and gay, more frolicsome and young Do they sing a prettier tune than I, and softer with the tongue? Do they make the moments sweeter in the shadows of the moon ? Do they find your eyes more beautiful than stars that are above ? Do they warble that thy lips and cheeks are ruddier than the rose ? Oh! tell me what’s the matter, how thy little heart now goes, To tell the truth, young Jenny cried, and looking rather blue “ Ive promised one already, and I must not many two.”

Wandering Minsteel, Wairarapa. May 6, 1867.