American Old Time Song Lyrics: 19 Down By The Old Abbey Ruin
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 19
Down by the Old Abbey Ruin.
One day as I strayed
'Neath the beautiful glade,
Enjoying the sweet Summer breeze,
I chanced to behold
The remains of an old
Ruined abbey o'ershadowed by trees;
And the picture to crown,
As I chanced to look down,
Was the figure and form I did see
Of a beautiful maid
Who reclined in the shade
Of a large spreading horse-chestnut tree.
There were no eyes to see, no tongue to tell,
And the birds only knew of our wooin';
There I first chanced to see my sweet Jennie Lee
Down by the old abbey ruin.
I told her my name,
And friends soon became,
Though her shyness I cannot compare;
She fluttered And flushed,
Turned pale, and then blushed,
When I spoke of her beauty so rare;
By the old garden wall,
I soon told her all
I had in this world she could share;
And naught but the birds
Knew of our loving words,
Or knew of our love-making there.-Chorus.