Green grows the laurel, soft falls the dew,
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Sorry was I love when parting from you,
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But at our next meeting I hope you'll prove true,
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And we'll join the green laurel and the violet so blue.
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I once had a sweetheart but now I have none,
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He's gone and he's left me to weep and to mourn,
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He's gone and he's left me for other to see,
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I'll soon find another far better than he.
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He passes my window both early and late,
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And the looks that he gives me would make my heart break,
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The looks that he gives me a thousand would kill,
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Though he hates and detests me I love that lad still.
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I wrote him a letter in red rosy lines,
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He wrote back an answer all twisted and twined,
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Saying keep your love letters and I'll keep mine,
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You write to your love and I'll write to mine.
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Now often I wonder why maidens love men,
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And often I wonder why young men love them,
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But from my own knowledge I will have you know,
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The men are deceivers wherever they go.
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Green grows the laurel, soft falls the dew,
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Sorry was I love when parting from you,
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But at our next meeting I hope you'll prove true,
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And we'll join the green laurel and the violet so blue.
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Green Grows The Laurel
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| Cara Dillon |
