THE MISTLETOE BOUGH.Themistletoe hung in the castle hall,The holly bright shone on the old oak wall,The Baron’s retainers were blithe and gay,While keeping their Christmas holiday.The Baron beheld with a father’s prideHis beautiful child, young Lovel’s bride;And she, with her bright eye, seemed to beThe star of that goodly companie.O the mistletoe bough! O the mistletoe bough!“I’m weary of dancing, now,” she cried,“Here tarry a moment, I’ll hide, I’ll hide;And, Lovel, be sure thou art first to traceThe clue to my secret lurking-place.”Away she ran, and her friends beganEach tower to search, each nook to scan;And young Lovel cried, “O where dost thou hide?I’m lonesome without thee, my own dear bride.”O the mistletoe bough! O the mistletoe bough!They sought her that night, they sought her next day,They sought her in vain till a week passed away;The highest, the lowest, the loneliest spot,Young Lovel sought wildly, but found her not.And years flew by, and their grief at lastWas told as a sorrowful tale long past.When Lovel appeared the children cried,“See the old man weeps for his fairy bride.”O the mistletoe bough! O the mistletoe bough!At length an old chest, which had long lain hid,Was found in the castle; they raised the lid.The skeleton form lay mouldering there,In the bridal wreath of the lady fair.O sad was her fate when in sportive jestShe hid from her lord in the old oak chest;It closed with a spring, and her bridal bloomLay withering there in a lonely tomb.O the mistletoe bough! O the mistletoe bough!
THE MISTLETOE BOUGH.
Themistletoe hung in the castle hall,The holly bright shone on the old oak wall,The Baron’s retainers were blithe and gay,While keeping their Christmas holiday.The Baron beheld with a father’s prideHis beautiful child, young Lovel’s bride;And she, with her bright eye, seemed to beThe star of that goodly companie.O the mistletoe bough! O the mistletoe bough!“I’m weary of dancing, now,” she cried,“Here tarry a moment, I’ll hide, I’ll hide;And, Lovel, be sure thou art first to traceThe clue to my secret lurking-place.”Away she ran, and her friends beganEach tower to search, each nook to scan;And young Lovel cried, “O where dost thou hide?I’m lonesome without thee, my own dear bride.”O the mistletoe bough! O the mistletoe bough!They sought her that night, they sought her next day,They sought her in vain till a week passed away;The highest, the lowest, the loneliest spot,Young Lovel sought wildly, but found her not.And years flew by, and their grief at lastWas told as a sorrowful tale long past.When Lovel appeared the children cried,“See the old man weeps for his fairy bride.”O the mistletoe bough! O the mistletoe bough!At length an old chest, which had long lain hid,Was found in the castle; they raised the lid.The skeleton form lay mouldering there,In the bridal wreath of the lady fair.O sad was her fate when in sportive jestShe hid from her lord in the old oak chest;It closed with a spring, and her bridal bloomLay withering there in a lonely tomb.O the mistletoe bough! O the mistletoe bough!
Themistletoe hung in the castle hall,The holly bright shone on the old oak wall,The Baron’s retainers were blithe and gay,While keeping their Christmas holiday.The Baron beheld with a father’s prideHis beautiful child, young Lovel’s bride;And she, with her bright eye, seemed to beThe star of that goodly companie.O the mistletoe bough! O the mistletoe bough!“I’m weary of dancing, now,” she cried,“Here tarry a moment, I’ll hide, I’ll hide;And, Lovel, be sure thou art first to traceThe clue to my secret lurking-place.”Away she ran, and her friends beganEach tower to search, each nook to scan;And young Lovel cried, “O where dost thou hide?I’m lonesome without thee, my own dear bride.”O the mistletoe bough! O the mistletoe bough!They sought her that night, they sought her next day,They sought her in vain till a week passed away;The highest, the lowest, the loneliest spot,Young Lovel sought wildly, but found her not.And years flew by, and their grief at lastWas told as a sorrowful tale long past.When Lovel appeared the children cried,“See the old man weeps for his fairy bride.”O the mistletoe bough! O the mistletoe bough!At length an old chest, which had long lain hid,Was found in the castle; they raised the lid.The skeleton form lay mouldering there,In the bridal wreath of the lady fair.O sad was her fate when in sportive jestShe hid from her lord in the old oak chest;It closed with a spring, and her bridal bloomLay withering there in a lonely tomb.O the mistletoe bough! O the mistletoe bough!
Themistletoe hung in the castle hall,The holly bright shone on the old oak wall,The Baron’s retainers were blithe and gay,While keeping their Christmas holiday.The Baron beheld with a father’s prideHis beautiful child, young Lovel’s bride;And she, with her bright eye, seemed to beThe star of that goodly companie.O the mistletoe bough! O the mistletoe bough!
Themistletoe hung in the castle hall,
The holly bright shone on the old oak wall,
The Baron’s retainers were blithe and gay,
While keeping their Christmas holiday.
The Baron beheld with a father’s pride
His beautiful child, young Lovel’s bride;
And she, with her bright eye, seemed to be
The star of that goodly companie.
O the mistletoe bough! O the mistletoe bough!
“I’m weary of dancing, now,” she cried,“Here tarry a moment, I’ll hide, I’ll hide;And, Lovel, be sure thou art first to traceThe clue to my secret lurking-place.”Away she ran, and her friends beganEach tower to search, each nook to scan;And young Lovel cried, “O where dost thou hide?I’m lonesome without thee, my own dear bride.”O the mistletoe bough! O the mistletoe bough!
“I’m weary of dancing, now,” she cried,
“Here tarry a moment, I’ll hide, I’ll hide;
And, Lovel, be sure thou art first to trace
The clue to my secret lurking-place.”
Away she ran, and her friends began
Each tower to search, each nook to scan;
And young Lovel cried, “O where dost thou hide?
I’m lonesome without thee, my own dear bride.”
O the mistletoe bough! O the mistletoe bough!
They sought her that night, they sought her next day,They sought her in vain till a week passed away;The highest, the lowest, the loneliest spot,Young Lovel sought wildly, but found her not.And years flew by, and their grief at lastWas told as a sorrowful tale long past.When Lovel appeared the children cried,“See the old man weeps for his fairy bride.”O the mistletoe bough! O the mistletoe bough!
They sought her that night, they sought her next day,
They sought her in vain till a week passed away;
The highest, the lowest, the loneliest spot,
Young Lovel sought wildly, but found her not.
And years flew by, and their grief at last
Was told as a sorrowful tale long past.
When Lovel appeared the children cried,
“See the old man weeps for his fairy bride.”
O the mistletoe bough! O the mistletoe bough!
At length an old chest, which had long lain hid,Was found in the castle; they raised the lid.The skeleton form lay mouldering there,In the bridal wreath of the lady fair.O sad was her fate when in sportive jestShe hid from her lord in the old oak chest;It closed with a spring, and her bridal bloomLay withering there in a lonely tomb.O the mistletoe bough! O the mistletoe bough!
At length an old chest, which had long lain hid,
Was found in the castle; they raised the lid.
The skeleton form lay mouldering there,
In the bridal wreath of the lady fair.
O sad was her fate when in sportive jest
She hid from her lord in the old oak chest;
It closed with a spring, and her bridal bloom
Lay withering there in a lonely tomb.
O the mistletoe bough! O the mistletoe bough!