 | From the Land of Dreams |  |
THE SALLY-TREE
I
There's a sally standing by the river,Ah Mary! why is it standing there?
To make a garland for my hair,
For my lover is gone from me for ever;
And that's why it stands there!
II
There's a thrush that sits on that sally-tree,Ah Mary! why is he sitting there?
He sings the song of my lonely care
For the lover that cares no more for me;
And that's why he sits there!
III
The wind comes keening in that sally-tree,Ah Mary! why is it keening there?
It keenes the keene of my heart's despair,
For the lover that's gone, that's gone from me;
And that's why it's keening there!
| From the Land of Dreams | |