Meet Me in the Green Glen

Love, meet me in the green glen,

Beside the tall elm-tree,

Where the sweetbriar smells so sweet agen;

There come with me.

Meet me in the green glen.

Meet me at the sunset

Down in the green glen,

Where we've often met

By hawthorn-tree and foxes' den,

Meet me in the green glen.

Meet me in the green glen,

By sweetbriar bushes there;

Meet me by your own sen,

Where the wild thyme blossoms fair.

Meet me in the green glen.

Meet me by the sweetbriar,

By the mole-hill swelling there;

When the west glows like a fire

God's crimson bed is there.

Meet me in the green glen.