Mistletoe Bough

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[Verse]
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The mistletoe bough in the olden time
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Was honoured in many a sacred rhyme
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By bards and by singers of high degree
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When cut from its place on the old oak tree
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By white-robed Druid with golden knife
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For they thought it a magical Tree of Life
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And many a promise and holy vow
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They were solemnly sworn on the mistletoe bough

[Verse]
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The mistletoe bough in the Norseman's lay
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Told ever of horrors, and love's dismay
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When the old blind god, by a sportive blow
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Laid Balder, the beautiful sun god, low
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Thenceforth it was deemed an accursed thing
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But love out of sorrow could victory bring
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And the tears of Freja are shining now
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Like the orient, pearls on the mistletoe bough

[Verse]
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The mistletoe bough on the festive throng
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Looks down amid echoes of mirthful song
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Where hearts they make music, as old friends meet
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Whose pulse keeps the time to the dancer's feet
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And eyes they are brighter with looks of love
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Than gems outshining the lamps up above
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And who is she that will not allow
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A kiss that's claimed under the mistletoe bough?

[Verse]
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From the regions of the east
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There came a strong and handsome beast
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Slow indeed his paces are
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None with donkey can compare
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For the load that he will bear
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Hail, Sir Donkey, hail