American Old Time Song Lyrics: 04 The Millers Daughter
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 4
THE MILLER'S DAUGHTER
It is the miller's daughter,
And she is grown so dear, so dear
That I would be the jewel
That trembles in her ear:
For hid in ringlets day ana night,
I'd touch her neck so warm and white;
For hid in ringlets day and night,
I'd touch her neck so warm and white, so warm and white.
And I would be the girdle
About her dainty, dainty waist,
And her heart would beat against me
In sorrow and in rest;
And I should know if it beat right,
I'd clasp it 'round so close and tight;
And I should know if it beat right,
I'd clasp it 'round so close and tight, so close and tight
Where the Ivy Grows so Green.
Down by a cool and shady streamlet,
Where the water lilies grow so green,
There dwells a lovely maiden
In an ivy cot unseen.
She was gathering the flowers in the wildwood,
Down by a little golden stream,
Where both our hearts beat just as one,
Where the ivy grows so green.
Chorus.
Oh! darling Sue, this aching heart-(Sym.)
One more kiss before we part-(Sym.)
She was gathering the flowers by the wildwood,
Down by a little golden stream,
Where both our hearts spoke just as one,
Where the ivy grows so green.-(Dance.)
And at night when the little stars were sleeping,
And the leaves were falling off the trees,
We sat beside the brooklet,
In the cool and shady breeze.
And when I asked her to be mine,
Her pretty little eyes she tried to screen;
Twas then I knew my fate was sealed,
Where the ivy grows so green.-Chorus.