Song
How sweet the woodbines fragrant flowers
Sweet is the hum drum of the bee
But sweeter far at evenings hours
The lovely smiles of Ellen Tree.
2
She stood against a tree of oak
He joined her by the woodland stile
'Twas just as though an Angel spoke
I heard her speak and saw her smile.
3
Oh Ellen Tree! dear Ellen Tree
The sun is setting 'yont the hill
Walk down the white thorn lane wi me
And let us live in Eden still.
4
White clover blooms and thistle flowers
Are lodgings for the sleepy bee
I'll worship in the evetide hours
My idol Angel Ellen Tree.
5
As none were lov'd Ill love her on
And more than happy will I be
I'll seize the moment e'er tis flown
To kiss the lips of Ellen Tree.
Sweet is the hum drum of the bee
But sweeter far at evenings hours
The lovely smiles of Ellen Tree.
2
She stood against a tree of oak
He joined her by the woodland stile
'Twas just as though an Angel spoke
I heard her speak and saw her smile.
3
Oh Ellen Tree! dear Ellen Tree
The sun is setting 'yont the hill
Walk down the white thorn lane wi me
And let us live in Eden still.
4
White clover blooms and thistle flowers
Are lodgings for the sleepy bee
I'll worship in the evetide hours
My idol Angel Ellen Tree.
5
As none were lov'd Ill love her on
And more than happy will I be
I'll seize the moment e'er tis flown
To kiss the lips of Ellen Tree.
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