| Lyrics: | Green Mountain
There is a lovely mountain called the Mountain of Green,
AII things
on this mountain are fair to be seen,
At the top of this mountain the ivy doth grow,
At
the foot of this mountain, the river doth flow.
On fhe top of this mountain a castle doth
stand,
AII decked in green ivy from the top to the strand,
Fine arches, fine porches, and
the marble so white,
'Tis a warning to sailors on a dark stormy night.
At the foot
of this mountain where the tides ebb and flow,
Ships from the East Indies to Madeira doth
go,
With their red flags a-flying and the beating of drums
Sweet instruments of music and
the firing of guns.
Come all ye little small streams that murmur and flcw,
Come
carry me now to my true love you know,
For his eyes are so enticing though his lips they say
"No,'
Some good angel direct me to where shall I go.
From Folk Somgs Out of
Wisconsin, Peters
Collected from Winifred Bundy, Madison, WI, 1941
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