MARY.
Darling Jennie, sit you down;
Lay your books beside you;
If you play beside the spring,
Evil may betide you.
Listen now, and I will tell
Of your little sister,
Ere, by her sweet beauty charmed,
Death with white lips kissed her.
Lay your books beside you;
If you play beside the spring,
Evil may betide you.
Listen now, and I will tell
Of your little sister,
Ere, by her sweet beauty charmed,
Death with white lips kissed her.
Wavingly her tresses hung
On her snowy shoulders,
With a maze of golden curls,
Gladdening all beholders;
And her hazel eyes looked up,
With a sudden splendor,
Flashing from the soul within,
Radiant yet tender.
On her snowy shoulders,
With a maze of golden curls,
Gladdening all beholders;
And her hazel eyes looked up,
With a sudden splendor,
Flashing from the soul within,
Radiant yet tender.
And we deemed that surely she
Bright things would inherit,
For within her bosom dwelt
A most noble spirit.
Bright things would inherit,
For within her bosom dwelt
A most noble spirit.
