 | Songs and ballads by Samuel Lover |  |
GREEN AND GRAY CAN NEVER AGREE.
Young Rosette was lithe and gay,
Old Sir Gregory bent and gray,
She the picture was of May,
He made you think of a winter's day—
But still he courted fair Rosette,
She, all the time, could never forget
A saying old she heard when young,
And thus the proverb was slowly sung,
“‘Green and Gray can never agree,’
So, old man, court not me.”
Old Sir Gregory bent and gray,
She the picture was of May,
He made you think of a winter's day—
But still he courted fair Rosette,
She, all the time, could never forget
A saying old she heard when young,
And thus the proverb was slowly sung,
“‘Green and Gray can never agree,’
So, old man, court not me.”
Young Rosette, in mirthful vein,
Laugh'd at Sir Gregory's tender pain;
She, he said, “should roll in wealth”—
And vow'd he was “in very good health:”
She should ride in a coach and four,
She should have servants by the score,
Green and gold should her liveries be—
When thus eighteen said to sixty-three—
“Green and gold are fair to see,
But ‘Green and Gray can never agree,’
So, old man, court not me.”
Laugh'd at Sir Gregory's tender pain;
She, he said, “should roll in wealth”—
And vow'd he was “in very good health:”
She should ride in a coach and four,
She should have servants by the score,
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When thus eighteen said to sixty-three—
“Green and gold are fair to see,
But ‘Green and Gray can never agree,’
So, old man, court not me.”
| Songs and ballads by Samuel Lover | |