Jeanno and Jeanette



You are going far away,

Far away from poor Jeanette,

There’s no one left to love me now,

And you, too, may forget.

But my heart shall be with you

Wherever you may go.

Can you look me in the face

And say same to me, Jeanno ?

Can you look me in the face

And say the same to me, Jeanno ?



When you wear the jacket red

And the beautiful cockade

I fear you will forget

All the promises you’ve made,

With the gun upon yourshoulder

And the bayonet by your side

You’ll be taking some proud lady

And be making her your bride.



Or, if glory wins the day,

You’ll be madly rushing on, 

Never thinking if they kill you

All my happiness is gone.

Or, if you win the day,

Perhaps a general you may be,

Although I’m proud to think of that,

What will become of me ?

Although I’M proud to think of that,

What will become of me?



O, if I were King of France

Or had the power of Pope of Rome,

I’d have no fighting men abroad, 

No weeping maids at home.

All the world should be at peace;

Or, if kings would show their might, 

Let those who make the quarrels

Be the only ones xx that fight.





(Hearth and Home, October, 1932)