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 again