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Alma Strettell - My Girdle I Hung On A Tree Top Tall Lyrics

My girdle I hung on a tree-top tall
So the songs of the birds, it hears them all

O maiden, who gave thee those lips so red
That smile, and those songs ? --
-- Lad, what is it to thee
Or why wouldst thou know who hath given them me ? --
-- And whither, O maiden, so fast art thou sped ?
To the plum-tree groves in the valley below
Or there, where the orchards of apple-trees grow
Overhanging the cliff? --
-- Lad, what is it to thee
Since it is not thou that [shalt]1 go with me ? --

My girdle I hung on a tree-top tall
So the songs of the birds, it hears them all

O maiden, [and]2 what in thy heart dost thou bear ?
A song, or a love ? --
-- Lad, what is it to thee ?
If there's one [that]2 I love, sure, thou art not he. --
Where wouldst thou I died of my love, then, where?
By the river, where over me flowers shall weep?
In the hut, where the mother who lulled me to sleep
Shall sing me my dirge ? --
--Lad, what is it to me
Since I am not going to weep over thee? --
My girdle I hung on a tree-top tall
So the songs of the birds, it hears them all