LILIES OF THE VALLEY
O’er barren hills and flowery dales,
O'er seas and distant shores,
With merry songs and jocund tales,
I’ve pas'd some pleasant hours,
Thi’ waudering thus I ne'er could find
A girl like b’ythesome Sally;
Who picks and culls and cries aloud.
“Sweet lilies of the valley.“
From whistling o'er the harrowed turf,
From nestling of each tree,
I chose a soldier's life to wed,
So social gay, and free;
Yet tho the lasses love me well.
And often try to rally.
None, pleases me like her who cries,
“Sweet lilies of the valley.‘
I'm now returned of late discharged
To see my native soil;
From fighting in my country's cause,
To plough my country's soil:
I care not which with either pleased,
So I possess my Sally
That little merry nymph, who cries,
“Sweet lilies of the valley“
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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