Connie Dover The Holland Handkerchief Lyrics

The Holland Handkerchief Lyrics

A wealthy squire lived in our town;
he was a man of very high renown.
He
had a daughter, a beauty bright,
and the name he called her was his Heart's
Delight.
And many is the young man to court her came,
but none of them
could her favor gain;
till there came one of the low degree,
and among
them all she did fancy he.
But when her father he came to know
that his
lovely daughter loved this young man so,
over fifty miles he sent her
away,
all to deprive her of her wedding day.

One night as she lay in
her bedroom,
her love appeared from out the gloom.
He touched her hand
and to her did say,
“Arise my darling and come away.�
With
this young man she got on behind,
and they rode swifter than any
wind.
They rode on for an hour or more,
till he cried, “My darling,
my head feels sore!�
Her Holland handkerchief she then took out
and
with it wrapped his aching head about.
She kissed his lips and to him did
say,
“My love you are colder than any clay.�

When they
arrived at her father's gate
he cried, “Get down love the hour is
late!
Get down get down love and go to bed.
I'll se this noble horse is
groomed and fed.�
When she arrived in her father's
hall,
“Who's there, who's there?� her own father
called.
“It is I dear father you sent for me;
My love was the
messenger was sent by thee.�
“Oh no my daughter that ne'er can
be.
Your words are false and you lie to me;
for on yon far mountain your
true love died,
and in yon green graveyard his body lies.�

The
truth had dawned upon this maiden brave,
and with her friends she exposed
the grave;
where lay her love although nine months dead
with the Holland
handkerchief around his head.