[E]Jenny Lane was as pretty as they came with an Irish heart and a [B] German Father
[E]Jenny Lane was as pretty as they came from the time I dropped my eyes on her
I met her in a town North of Demming, WA. Near the Nooksack river where the salmon run
Minnaker and View were the roads I used to find her home in my foreigner’s shoes
[E] Yay diddle-eye, diddle-iddle-ey-oh
And it’s off at a run we [B] gaily go and
[E] Yay diddle-eye, diddle-iddle-ey-oh
With a wink to the Sun and the hail and snow
[E] Yay diddle-eye, diddle-iddle-ey-oh
And it’s off at a run we [B] gaily go and
[E] Yay diddle-eye, diddle-iddle-ey-oh
With a wink to the Sun and the hail and snow
Instrumental chorus featuring Irish whistle.
Her voice is fine like an Elderberry wine when she sings to me in the evening time
And her face it shines in the morning time when I say hello to this friend of mine
We’ll wend our way down to Broadway and Vine to earn a living of our favourite kind
Jenny and I, we can sing to the sky or the sweet little children and the passers-by
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Instrumental
When it’s time to go for the night, we’ll hop on a bus or a train or a bike
Peddle our way where it’s safe for the night, with a fine bunch of friends and it’s cosy and bright
For some it’s a home and a hearth and a wife, are the things that are right for their happiest life
But I’m one for the road and a scarf and a hike, and my fiddle on my back is just what I like
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Instrumental