| Lyrics: | THE MISTLETOE BOUGH
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The mistletoe hung in
the castle hall;
The holly branch shone on the old oak wall.
The Baron's retainers were
blithe and gay,
Keeping the Christmas holiday.
The Baron beheld with a father's
pride
His beautiful child, Lord Lovell's bride.
And she, with her bright eyes seemed to
be
The star of that goodly company.
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Oh, the mistletoe
bough.
"I'm weary of dancing, now," she cried;
"Here, tarry a moment, I'll hide,
I'll hide,
And, Lovell, be sure you're the first to trace
The clue to my secret hiding
place."
Away she ran, and her friends began
Each tower to search and each nook to
scan.
And young Lovell cried, "Oh, where do you hide?
I'm lonesome without you, my own
fair bride."
Oh, the mistletoe bough.
They sought her that night, they
sought her next day,
They sought her in vain when a week passed away.
In the highest, the
lowest, the loneliest spot,
Young Lovell sought wildly, but found her not.
The years
passed by and their brief at last
Was told as a sorrowful tale long past.
When Lovell
appeared, all the children cried,
"See the old man weeps for his fairy bride."
Oh,
the mistletoe bough.
At length, an old chest that had long laid hid
Was found in the
castle; they raised the lid.
A skeleton form lay mouldering there
In the bridal wreath of
that lady fair.
How sad the day when in sportive jest
She hid from her lord in the
old oak chest,
It closed with a spring and a dreadful doom,
And the bride lay clasped in a
living tomb.
Oh, the mistletoe bough.
Published in "Ozark Folksongs" by
Randolph and other folk music
collections. It is credited to Thomas Haynes Bayley, who
also
wrote "Long Long Ago," and dates back to the early 19th century.
Stately,
delicate, and positively creepy.
Recorded by Joan Sprung on "Pictures To My Mind," FSI-73,
1980
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