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178 Songs That Every Child Should Know
" I 'm weary of dancing now," she cried;
" Here, tarry a moment, I '11 hide, I '11 hide!
And, Lovell, be sure thou'rt the first to trace
The clew to my secret lurking-place."
Away she ran, and her friends began
Each tower to search, and each nook to scan;
And young Lovell cried, " Oh! where dost thou
hide? I 'm lonesome without thee, my own dear bride." Oh! the mistletoe bough! Oh! the mistletoe bough!
They sought her that night, and they sought her
next day; And they sought her in vain when a week passed
away. In the highest, the lowest, the loneliest spot Young Lovell sought wildly, but 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 weeps for his fairy bride." Oh! the mistletoe bough! Oh! the mistletoe bough!
At length an oak chest that had long lain hid Was found in the castle; they raised the lid, And a skeleton form lay mouldering there, In the bridal wreath of the lady fair! Oh! sad was her fate; in sportive jest She hid from her lord in the old oak chest.