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Traditional
  1. The mistletoe hung in the castle hall,
    The holly branch shone on the old oak wall,a
    And the Baron's retainers were blithe and gay,
    And keeping their Christmas holiday,
    The Baron beheld with a father's pride,
    His beautiful child, young Lovel's bride.
    While she with her bright eyes seemed to be,
    The star of the goodly company.
    Oh! the mistletoe bough!
    Oh! the mistletoe bough!
  2. "I'm weary of dancing now,'1 she cried,
    "Here tarry a moment, I'll hide, I'll hide,
    And Lovel be sure thou'rt the first to trace
    The clue to my secret lurking place."
    Away she ran and her friends began,
    Each tower to search and each nook to scan,
    And young Lovel cried, "Oh where dost thou hide?
    I'm lonesome without thee, my own dear bride."
    Oh! the mistletoe bough!
    Oh! the mistletoe bough!
  3. They sought her that night and they sought her next day,
    And they sought her in vain till a week passed away,
    In the highest, the lowest, the loneliest spot,
    Young Lovel sought wildly but found her not,
    And years flew by, and their grief at last
    Was told as a sorrowful tale long past,
    And when Lovel appeared the children cried,
    See! the old man weeps for his fairy bride.
    Oh! the mistletoe bough!
    Oh! the mistletoe bough!
  4. At length an oak chest that had long lain hid,
    Was found in the castle, they raised the lid,
    And a skeleton form lay mouldering there,
    In the bridal wreath of the lady fair.
    Oh! sad was her fate, in sportive jest
    She hid from her Lord, in the old oak chest,
    It closed with a spring, and her bridal bloom
    Lay withering there, in a living tomb.
    Oh! the mistletoe bough!
    Oh! the mistletoe bough!

From the collection Songs From Hazzards Huzzah