At dawn I rose with jocund glee

At dawn I rose with jocund glee, Far joyful was the day That cou'd this blessing give to me; Now joy is fled away, Jenny. No flocks, nor herds, nor store of gold, Nor house, nor home have I; If beauty must be bought or sold, Alas! I cannot buy, Jenny.

Yet I am rich if thou art kind, So priz'd a smile from thee; True love alone our hearts shall bind, Thou'rt all the world to me, Jenny. Sweet gentle maid, though patient meek, My lily drops a tear, Ah! raise thy drooping head, and seek Soft peace and comfort here, Jenny.