Mistletoe bough

 

Verse 1

The mistletoe hung in the castle hall,
The holly branch shone on the old oak wall,
And the Baron's retainers were bright and gay,
All keeping their Christmas holiday.
The Baron beheld, with a father's pride,
His beautiful child, young Lovell's bride,
While she with her bright eyes seemed to be,
The star of the goodly company.

Chorus

O the mistletoe bough
O the mistletoe bough

Verse 2

'I'm tired of dancing now,' she cried,
'Here, tarry a moment, I'll hide, I'll hide,
And, Lovell, be sure thou'rt first to trace
The clue to my secret hiding place.'
Away she ran, and her friends began
Each tower to search and each nook to scan,
And young Lovell cried - 'O where dost thou hide?
I'm lonely without thee, my own dear bride.'

Chorus

Verse 3

They sought her that night and they sought her next day,
They sought her in vain till a week passed away;
In the highest, the lowest, the loneliest spot
Young Lovell sought wildly and found her not.
And years flew by and their grief at last
Was told as a sorrowful tale long past,
And when Lovell appeared the children cried -
'See the old man weep for his own dear bride!'

Chorus

Verse 4

At length an old chest, that had long lain hid,
Was founding the castle - they raised the lid
And a skeleton form lay mouldering there
In the bridal wreath of a lady fair.
Oh, sad was her fate, in sportive jest
She hid from her lord in an old oak chest,
It closed with a spring and her bridal bloom,
Lay withering there in a living tomb.