The Sycamore Shade.

I knew a sweet girl, with a bonny blue eye,

Who was born in the shade

The wild sycamore made,

Where the brook sang its song

All the summer-day long,

And the moments went merrily by,

Like the birdlings the moments flew by.

I knew a fair maid, soul-enchanting in grace,

Who replied to my vow,

‘ Neath the sycamore bough,

“Like the brook to the sea,

Oh, I yearn, love, for thee!”

And she hid in my bosom her face —

In my bosom, her beautiful face.

I have a dear wife, who is ever my guide!

Wooed and won in the shade

The wild sycamore made,

Where the brook sings it song

All the summer-day long,

And the moments in harmony glide,

Like our lives they in harmony glide.