American Old Time Song Lyrics: 38 Little Jennie
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 38
One sweet flower has dropped and faded, one sweet infant voice has fled, Ono fair brow the grave has shaded, one dear schoolmate now is dead.
She has gone to heaven before as, but she turns and waves her band, Pointing to the glories o'er us in that happy spirit land.
But we feel no thought of sadness, for our friend Is happy now. She has knelt in heartfelt gladness where the happy angels bow.