American Old Time Song Lyrics: 29 Through The Meadow

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 29

THROUGH THE MEADOW.
Copyright, 1884. by H. A. Freeman.
Verses by Emily S. Oakley. Music by Will H. Veith.

A song of my darling who came through the meadow.
With bonny brown hair and her kirtle of red;
The sunshine she brought with her stole through my shadow.
And sweet to my ear were the words that she said,
And sweet to my ear were the words that she said.
She gave me a flower she wore in her bosom,
And violets not half so blue us her eyes.
Down deep in my soul they immortally blossom,
I read her warm heart in their fairy disguise.
She gave me a flower she wore in her bosom,
And violets not half so blue as her eyes;
Down deep in my soul they immortally blossom,
I read her fond heart in their fairy disguise.

She makes no pretence of undying devotion;
Her love, by her showing, is fleeting as dew;
She laughs at my constancy, yet, I've a notion.
She's truer than many who boast themselves true,
She's truer than many who boast themselves true.
Her chiding is tweeter than others' caressing;
She leads me at will by a thread she doth hold;
The least little touch of her hand is a blessing,
And a kiss of my darling is better than gold.
Her chiding is tweeter than others' caressing;
She leads meat will by a thread she doth hold;
The least little touch of her hand is a blessing.
And a kiss of my darling is better than gold.