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 | My Lyrical Life |  |
THE MISTLETOE BOUGH.
'Twas on a merry Christmas night,
A many years ago,
I saw my Love, with dancing sight,
As she came over the snow.
The Elvish Holly laughed above;
A sweeter red below!
When first I met with my true Love,
Under the Mistletoe Bough.
A many years ago,
I saw my Love, with dancing sight,
As she came over the snow.
The Elvish Holly laughed above;
A sweeter red below!
When first I met with my true Love,
Under the Mistletoe Bough.
Bright-headed as the merry May-Dawn
She floated down the dance;
I thought some Angel must have gone
Our human way by chance:
I held my hands, and caught my bliss,
Children, I'll show you how!
And Earth touched Heaven in a kiss,
Under the Mistletoe Bough.
She floated down the dance;
I thought some Angel must have gone
Our human way by chance:
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Children, I'll show you how!
And Earth touched Heaven in a kiss,
Under the Mistletoe Bough.
Ere leaves were green we built our nest,
The March winds whistled wild;
But in our love we were so blessed,
Old Poverty he smiled.
And Love the heart of Winter warmed,
Love blossomed 'neath the snow;
All fairy-land in blessings swarmed
Under the Mistletoe Bough.
The March winds whistled wild;
But in our love we were so blessed,
Old Poverty he smiled.
And Love the heart of Winter warmed,
Love blossomed 'neath the snow;
All fairy-land in blessings swarmed
Under the Mistletoe Bough.
The storms of years have beat our Bark,
That rocks at anchor now;
But She was smiling through the dark,
My Angel at the prow.
And brimming tides of love did bear
Us over the rocks below!
To-night, all safe in harbour here,
Under the Mistletoe Bough.
That rocks at anchor now;
But She was smiling through the dark,
My Angel at the prow.
And brimming tides of love did bear
Us over the rocks below!
To-night, all safe in harbour here,
Under the Mistletoe Bough.
May you, Boys, win just such a Wife;
Come drink the toast in wine!
And you, Girls, may you light a life
As she has brightened mine.
Dear was the bonny Bride, and yet
I'm prouder of her now
Than on the merry, merry night we met,
Under the Mistletoe Bough.
Come drink the toast in wine!
And you, Girls, may you light a life
As she has brightened mine.
Dear was the bonny Bride, and yet
I'm prouder of her now
Than on the merry, merry night we met,
Under the Mistletoe Bough.
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