Absence makes the heart grow fonder
Thomas Haynes Bayly
Gayly the troubadour
Touched his guitar.
Thomas Haynes Bayly
I'd be a butterfly born in a bower,
Where roses and lilies and violets meet.
Thomas Haynes Bayly
Fear not, but trust in Providence,
Wherever thou may'st be.
Thomas Haynes Bayly
I've now got the music book ready,
Do sit up and sing like a lady
A recitative from Tancredi,
And something about "Palpiti!"
Sing forte when first you begin it,
Piano the very next minute,
They'll cry "What expression there's in it!"
Thomas Haynes Bayly
The mistletoe hung in the castle hall,
The holly-branch shone on the old oak wall.