Darling Jenny Bell.The days they are come, when this poordarkey must weep,For the one that he used to love best,Who now lies asleep in the dark grave so deepAnd the sweet flowers bloom o’er her breast.She’s gone to that land where the bright spirits go,She’s gone far away to dwell;Shall I never see the smile againOf my darling Jenny Bell?I remember the day when we walk’d side by side,Away down in old Tennessee,’Twas there that I promised to make her my bride,As we sat beneath the old pine-tree;But now she has gone to that bright land above,In joy and freedom to dwell,Shall I never see the smile againOf my darling Jenny Bell?Now I’m left all alone in this wide world to roam,’Midst the throng of the happy and free,And not one left to love, as that one who has gone,And now sleeps beneath the old pine-tree;But there is a land where the good darkies go,I heard sweet Jenny once tell,I’ll see you in that happy land above,My darling Jenny Bell.
Darling Jenny Bell.The days they are come, when this poordarkey must weep,For the one that he used to love best,Who now lies asleep in the dark grave so deepAnd the sweet flowers bloom o’er her breast.She’s gone to that land where the bright spirits go,She’s gone far away to dwell;Shall I never see the smile againOf my darling Jenny Bell?I remember the day when we walk’d side by side,Away down in old Tennessee,’Twas there that I promised to make her my bride,As we sat beneath the old pine-tree;But now she has gone to that bright land above,In joy and freedom to dwell,Shall I never see the smile againOf my darling Jenny Bell?Now I’m left all alone in this wide world to roam,’Midst the throng of the happy and free,And not one left to love, as that one who has gone,And now sleeps beneath the old pine-tree;But there is a land where the good darkies go,I heard sweet Jenny once tell,I’ll see you in that happy land above,My darling Jenny Bell.
Darling Jenny Bell.The days they are come, when this poordarkey must weep,For the one that he used to love best,Who now lies asleep in the dark grave so deepAnd the sweet flowers bloom o’er her breast.She’s gone to that land where the bright spirits go,She’s gone far away to dwell;Shall I never see the smile againOf my darling Jenny Bell?I remember the day when we walk’d side by side,Away down in old Tennessee,’Twas there that I promised to make her my bride,As we sat beneath the old pine-tree;But now she has gone to that bright land above,In joy and freedom to dwell,Shall I never see the smile againOf my darling Jenny Bell?Now I’m left all alone in this wide world to roam,’Midst the throng of the happy and free,And not one left to love, as that one who has gone,And now sleeps beneath the old pine-tree;But there is a land where the good darkies go,I heard sweet Jenny once tell,I’ll see you in that happy land above,My darling Jenny Bell.
The days they are come, when this poordarkey must weep,For the one that he used to love best,Who now lies asleep in the dark grave so deepAnd the sweet flowers bloom o’er her breast.She’s gone to that land where the bright spirits go,She’s gone far away to dwell;Shall I never see the smile againOf my darling Jenny Bell?
The days they are come, when this poordarkey must weep,
For the one that he used to love best,
Who now lies asleep in the dark grave so deep
And the sweet flowers bloom o’er her breast.
She’s gone to that land where the bright spirits go,
She’s gone far away to dwell;
Shall I never see the smile again
Of my darling Jenny Bell?
I remember the day when we walk’d side by side,Away down in old Tennessee,’Twas there that I promised to make her my bride,As we sat beneath the old pine-tree;But now she has gone to that bright land above,In joy and freedom to dwell,Shall I never see the smile againOf my darling Jenny Bell?
I remember the day when we walk’d side by side,
Away down in old Tennessee,
’Twas there that I promised to make her my bride,
As we sat beneath the old pine-tree;
But now she has gone to that bright land above,
In joy and freedom to dwell,
Shall I never see the smile again
Of my darling Jenny Bell?
Now I’m left all alone in this wide world to roam,’Midst the throng of the happy and free,And not one left to love, as that one who has gone,And now sleeps beneath the old pine-tree;But there is a land where the good darkies go,I heard sweet Jenny once tell,I’ll see you in that happy land above,My darling Jenny Bell.
Now I’m left all alone in this wide world to roam,
’Midst the throng of the happy and free,
And not one left to love, as that one who has gone,
And now sleeps beneath the old pine-tree;
But there is a land where the good darkies go,
I heard sweet Jenny once tell,
I’ll see you in that happy land above,
My darling Jenny Bell.