Exeter Hall, Wednesday Concerts.—A new Song, composed by Nelson,* "I'm going for a Soldier, Jenny," bids fair to rival in popularity the famous "Jeanette and Jennot;" the melody is quaint and fresh, simple and touching, admirably wedded to the words, and fixes itself at once upon the ear without resort to musical clap-trap or vulgarity of rhythm. It was charmingly sung by Miss Eliza Nelson, whose pleasing style of singing was much relished by an overwhelming audience, and at once called forth the most rapturous applause, when it was repeated amidst unanimous applaudits. There is no doubt it will soon become the common property of all lovers of music. We give the words—
I'm going for a soldier, Jenny, Going o'er the rolling sea: They've giv'n me a golden guinea— That, they say, has 'listed me. Tis no use to fall a crying, Give your senseless weeping o'er; Many a day you've heard me sighing— You should have been kind before.
'Tis very fine and pretty, Jenny, Now to wish that I should stay; But indeed I'm thinking, hinny, We'll not meet this many a day. What if, heart and spirit sinking, What if I should come to shame! Be it as it may, I'm thinking, You alone will be to blame.
Long and dearly I have lov'd you, As you must full well have known; If I had not faithless prov'd you, I had never reckless grown. But fare you well—the hours are flying— Time it is that I was gone: When next another heart you're trying, Jenny, look into your own!