Sweet Jennie Bell - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
SWEET JENNIE BELL. Copyright, 1887, by Willis Woodward & Go. 
On a hillside by the valley where the breezes softly blow, Where the wild bird sings his happy song so free. Stands a rose encumbered cottage mid the flowers' sweet perfume. There dwelt a little maid so dear to me. Oh, dearest little maiden, thy sweet face haunts me yet. Though years have passed I now remember well, And wherever I may wander I ever will remember, I never can forget thee, Jennie Bell. 
Chorus. Jennie Bell, sweet Jennie Bell, let my song thy praises tell, Jennie Bell, sweet Jennie Bell, oh, I loved thee, Jennie Bell. 
Yes, well do I remember all her gentle, winning ways, How she used to play and climb upon my knee; Her eyes so blue and tender, her voice so low and sweet, She seem'd an angel sent from heaven to me. Life's changes have been many, the past is like a dream, Yet still I see that sweet face loved so well, And wherever I may wander I ever will remember The idol of my boyhood, Jennie Bell-Chorus.