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Verse 2. |
The mistletoe hung, in the old castle hall,
The holly branch shone, on the old oak wall,
And the baron's retainers, were blythe and gay,
All keeping their Christmas holiday.
And the baron beheld, with a father's pride,
His beautiful child, young Lovell's bride,
While she with her bright eyes, seemed to be,
The Star of the goodly company.
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'I'm weary of dancing now' she cried,
'Here tarry a moment, I'll hide, I'll hide,
And Lovell, be sure thou'rt the first to trace,
The clue to my secret hiding place'.
Away she ran, and her friends, began
Each tower to search, each nook to scan.
And young Lovell he cried, 'Where dos't thou hide.
I'm lonely without the, my own dear bride'. |
| Chorus: | Chorus: |
| Oh the mistletoe bough, Oh the mistletoe bough. |
Oh the mistletoe bough, Oh the mistletoe bough. |
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Verse 4. |
They sought her that night, they sought her next day,
They sought her in vain, till a week passed away.
In the highest, the lowest, the lonesomest spot,
Young Lovell sought wildly, but found her not.
And years flew by, and their grief at last,
Was told as a sorrowful tale long-past.
And when Lovell appeared, all the children cried
'See the old man weeps, for his fairy bride'.
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At length an old chest, that had long lain hid,
Was found in the castle, they raised the lid.
A skeleton form lay mouldering there,
In the bridal wreath of a lady so fair,
Oh sad was her fate, in sportive jest,
She hid from her lord, in an old oak chest.
It closed with a spring, and the bridal bloom,
Lay withering there, in a living tomb.
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| Chorus: | Chorus: |
| Oh the mistletoe bough, Oh the mistletoe bough. |
Oh the mistletoe bough, Oh the mistletoe bough. |