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You were but a child, and poor, and tired,
 Tired of toil and strife;
And you only thought of rest, poor dove,
 When you sold your beautiful life.

Alas, for the hour I entered in
 Your halls of lordly mirth;
For I lost there, Jenny Allen,
 All that gives life worth;
You taught your teacher, Jenny,
 The saddest lesson of earth.

Ah, woe's the hour I ever stepped
 Your mansion walls within;
For you loved me, Jenny Allen,
 But you never dreamed 'twas sin;
Your heart was white as a lily's heart,
 When it drinks the sunshine in.

God pity me, Jenny Allen,
 That I ever loved you so,
I would have died to give you peace,
 And I only gave you woe;
For your eyes looked like a wounded dove's,
 When I told you I must go.

You were but a child, Jenny Allen,
 But that hour made you wise;