Here you will find the Poem Jennifers Lad of poet Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
SWEET Jennifer came calling me Along the shining beach. 'There's green upon the hawthorn tree There's bloom upon the peach. O, April's found the upland larch, The hazel in the hollow,'? But louder was the snare-drum with it's 'March, march, march !' And clearer called the bugle, 'Will you follow ?' Young Jennifer came seeking me With love upon her lips. 'O, all kind angels keep the sea And fortune guard the ships. The Autumn winds have rent the larch, The south has won the swallow,'? But clearer beat the snare-drum with it's 'March, march, march !' And sweeter sang the bugle, 'Will you follow ?'
