Your dandies and foplings may sneer, At her simple and modest attire, But the charm she permits to appear, Would set the whole iceberg on fire! She can dance--but she never allows The hugging, the squeeze, and caress, She is saving all these for her spouse, My girl with the calico dress. She is cheerful, warm-hearted, and true, And kind to her father and mother; She studies how much she can do For her sweet little sister and brother. If you want a companion for life, To comfort, enliven, and bless, She is just the right sort for a wife, My girl with the calico dress. Darling Jenny Bell. 46 The days they are come, when this poor darkey 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 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. Ten o’Clock; or, Remember, Love, Remember. 47 Copied by permission of FIRTH, POND & CO., 547 Broadway, owners of the copyright. ’Twas ten o’clock one moonlight night, I ever shall remember, When every star shone twinkling bright, In frosty dark December; When at the window, tap, tap, tap, I heard a certain well-known rap, And with these words most clear, “Remember, ten o’clock, my dear, Remember, love, remember.”