JENNY WREN 



O Jenny Wken, O Jenny Wren, 



So you have found a resting place 

 To raise your little brood again, 



Within the dear old nesting place : 

 There 'neath the eaves, where drooping leaves 



Of willow branches swinging low, 

 Soft lullabys 'neath lambent skies 



Are ever sweetly singing low. 



Jenny Wren, O Jenny Wren, 



I love your bright and funny ways ; 



1 love to see you building when 

 The world is glad with sunny days. 



You primp and preen vdth knowing mien 

 When Johnny Wren comes flying near; 



A true coquette as e'er I've met. 

 You are, without half trying, dear. 



O Jenny Wren, O Jenny Wren, 



With all your pert and canny ways, 

 I'm glad to welcome you again, 



And hope you'll bide here many days; 

 A brood to rear of birdlings, dear, 



On whom you'll lavish dearest love. 

 And by and by teach them to fly, 



And cleave the sunny skies above. 



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