TUNE: possibly 'Jenny Lind Polka' but not specified. JENNY LINDSweet Jenny Lind! Sweet Jenny Lind! new nightingale of Sweden:As they say, surely such as thou piped on the trees of Eden: Three hundred guineas for a night have proved thy notes are golden And taken all then shine out of the stars in opear's olden. chorus Gluck, toot, gurgle, gurgle, gurgle, jug, jug, jug. The Turkish sultan offers thee a place in his seraglio And from the shores of Bosphorus has started many a gallery -oh! Blue-eyed maid do not listen to his overture, for very oft The Sublime Porte has made his ladies' tiny noddles sherry oft. You can't be mad enough to tie yourself in such a low string And change the European beaux for any Turkish bowstring: Besides these fiery Ottomen have got a nasty knack, Jane Of managing their singing girls by giving them the sack, jane All Germany is running wild, and autocratic Nicholas Is offering you his crown and throne and purposes to trick you, lass; 'Tis lucky, that amid the snows which Russian realms are pelting, The Czar has changed his icy mood, at last, to one that's melting. The poet laureate, Alfred Bunn, great manager of Drury Will let you wear the breeches there if he can but ensure you. With inexpressible delight he;d yield them for your sake, Miss, Although he might his fingers burn as his namesake burnt the cake, Miss. But if the matrimonial spec you really mean to try it, Be pleased to throw yourself into the arms of Knight and Wyatt; although the wondrous voice of yours (I say it without jeering) Could not sing "Come along, fat boy," as well as Mrs Guerin. |