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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