John Hill Hewitt - The Betrothed

1.
The Baron had a daughter fair
But sixteen summers has she seen.
Her heart was light, no grief was there,
And lov'd by all was she I ween;
But Love hath wiles for Beauty's smiles,
As Alpine hunter young and bold,
Oft sought her bow'r at evening hour,
And many a tale of rapture told.

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"Fly to the mountain" whisper'd he --
Euli ha
Euli oh
Euli ho --
"Fly to the mountain love with me"
Eure la ha
Eure la ha
la la la --

2.
But she, the young betrothed, was claim'd
By Olrieh's lord, the proud and old;
The day was fix'd, the dower named
And counted out in shining gold.
The halls were bright that nuptial night,
And gladness through the castle rung;
But there was one, who stood alone,
And softly to the maiden sung --
"Fly to the mountain -- fly with me,
Maidend of love! I wait for thee!"

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A steed stood at the castle gate,
And dark and lowering was the night;
Soon on his back the lovers sat;
And swift and silent was their flight;
Now, joy betide the hunter's bride,
Who gave a heart no gold could buy;
Long may she roam her mountain home,
And sing the alpine melody.
"Life to the mountain wilds for me;
Life in the valley, love with thee."

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