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My heart is sad, I’ll tell you why,

If you’ll listen to my lay,

Which makes me weep, when I sing

Of my gentle Jennie Gray;

But I never can forget the days,

When with Jennie by my side,

We talk’d of love and happiness,

When she should be my bride.

Chorus.– Hush the banjo, toll the bell,

I’m very sad to-day,

I can not work, so let me weep,

For my gentle Jennie Gray.

My Jennie had the sweetest face,

And eyes of sparkling jet,

With lips like new-born roses,

She was my darling pet;

But Death he called one morning,

And took my love away,

And left me lonely weeping,

For my gentle Jennie Gray.

And in the ground they laid her,

Close by my cabin door;

A rude stone marks the spot,

Where she sleeps to wake no more;

While at her grave I’m weeping,

At every close of day,

I fancy then, she’s sleeping,

And not dead! my Jennie Gray.