Green Grows The Laurel - Cara Dillon

Green grows the laurel, soft falls the dew

Sorry was I love when parting from you

But at our next meeting I hope you’ll prove true

And we’ll join the laurel and the violet so blue

I once had a sweetheart but now I have none

He’s gone and he’s left me to weep and to mourn

He’s gone and he’s left me for other to see

I’ll soon find another far better than he

He passes my window both early and late

And the looks that he gives me would make my heart break

The looks that he gives me a thousand would kill

Though he hates and detests me I love that lad still

I wrote him a letter in red rosy lines

He wrote back an answer all twisted and twined

Saying keep your love letters and I’ll keep mine

You write to your love and I’ll write to mine

Now often I wonder why maidens love men

And often I wonder why young men love then

But from my own knoeledge I will have you know

The men are deceivers wherever they go

Green grows the laurel, soft falls the dew

Sorry was I love when parting from you

But at our next meeting I hope you’ll prove true

And we’ll join the green laurel and the violet so blue