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HEY! THE GREEN HOLLY!
My false love has sailed o'er the wide wild main,
The blossoms fall when the tempests blow,—
And left me alone to my sorrow and pain;
Green is the grass beneath the snow:
And I never shall see his face again.
Sing, Hey! the green Holly—the Ivy, oh!
The blossoms fall when the tempests blow,—
And left me alone to my sorrow and pain;
Green is the grass beneath the snow:
And I never shall see his face again.
Sing, Hey! the green Holly—the Ivy, oh!
But the tall tree braves the sudden blast,
Though the blossoms fall when the tempests blow,
And the days to come may be fair as the past,—
Green is the grass beneath the snow:
And my first love need not be my last.
Sing, Hey! the green Holly—the Ivy, oh!
Though the blossoms fall when the tempests blow,
And the days to come may be fair as the past,—
Green is the grass beneath the snow:
And my first love need not be my last.
Sing, Hey! the green Holly—the Ivy, oh!
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Let him go—I'll neither weep nor sigh:
Though the blossoms fall when the tempests blow,
After the cloud comes a light in the sky,—
Green is the grass beneath the snow:
And somebody loves me, and somebody's nigh.
Sing, Hey! the green Holly—the Ivy, oh!
Though the blossoms fall when the tempests blow,
After the cloud comes a light in the sky,—
Green is the grass beneath the snow:
And somebody loves me, and somebody's nigh.
Sing, Hey! the green Holly—the Ivy, oh!
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