American Old Time Song Lyrics: 49 The Flower Of Yarrow Vale

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The Flower of Yarrow Vale.
Copyright, 1887, by Louis H. Ross & Co.
Words by Geo. Russell Jackson. Music by J. L. Gilbert.

The bright son had risen And blue was the sky,
The lark from the heather had mounted on high,
A speck in the heavens he joyously sang.
And the heather-clad glens with his melody rang,
But a melody richer, by far, than his song
On the breeze of the morning was wafted along;
It came to mine ear on the sweet-scented gale,
My Mary was singing in bright Yarrow Vale.
Oh, sweet as the breath of the morning was she,
And dearer than life or than riches to me.
And bright was her eye when I told her love's tale,
The flower of fair Yarrow, of sweet Yarrow Vale.

And twelve months had passed since my Mary and me
Had parted one morning on fair Yarrow lea;
I gave her a ring for her flutter that day,
And she vowed to be constant while I was away,
And then she untied, with her fingers so fair,
The blue silken ribbon she wore In her hair,
And gave it to me. while her cheeks they grew-pale,
And we kissed and we parted on fair Yarrow Vale.
Oh, sweet as the breath of the morning was she,
And dearer than life or than riches to me.
And bright was her eye when I told her love's tale.
The flower of fair Yarrow, of sweet Yarrow Vale.

Oh, glad was my heart when I heard the sweet song
The fresh morning breezes were bearing along;
She sang "He is coming," yes, coming to-day,
The laddie I love, who has long been away;
Then she spied me, and swift to my bosom she flew,
My lassie so gentle, my lassie so true.
And again to my lassie I whispered love's tale,
The sweet flower of Yarrow, of fair Yarrow Vale.
Oh. sweet as the breath of the morning was she,
And dearer than life or than riches to me,
And bright was her eye when I told her love's tale,
The flower of fair Yarrow, of sweet Yarrow Vale.
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