SWEET Jennifer came calling me br Along the shining beach. br 'There's green upon the hawthorn tree br There's bloom upon the peach. br O, April's found the upland larch, br The hazel in the hollow,'– br But louder was the snare-drum with it's 'March, march, march !' br And clearer called the bugle, 'Will you follow ?' br br Young Jennifer came seeking me br With love upon her lips. br 'O, all kind angels keep the sea br And fortune guard the ships.