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.