Historic Sheet Music Collection

Title

Ivy Green

Authors

Henry Russell

Document Type

Score

Publication Date

1840

Comments

5th Edition
The Ivy Green
A Ballad
The words written by Boz
The music composed and respectfully dedicated to Lynde M. Walter Esq. of Boston by Henry Russell.

New York. Published by Hewitt & Jaques 239 Broadway

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Lyrics

A dainty plant is the Ivy green
That creepeth o'er ruins old
Of right choice food are his meals
I ween in his cell so lone and cold
The wall must be crumbled the stones decayed
To pleasure his dainty whim
And the mould'ring dust that years have made
Is a merry meal for him
Creeping where no life is seen
A rare old plant is the ivy green
Creeping where no life is seen
A rare old plant is the ivy green
Creeping, creeping, creeping where no life is seen
Creeping, creeping a rare old plant is the ivy green

Fast he stealeth though he wears no wings
And a stanch old heart has he
How closely he twineth, how closely he clings
To his friend the huge oak tree!
And slyly he traileth along the ground
And his leaves he gently waves
As he joyously hugs and crawleth around
The mould of dead men's graves
Creeping where grim death had been
A rare old plant is the ivy green
Creeping where no life is seen
A rare old plant the ivy green
Creeping, creeping, creeping where no life is seen
Creeping, creeping a rare old plant is the ivy green

Whole ages have fled and their works decay'd
And nations have scatter'd been
But the stout old ivy shall never fade
From its hale and hearty green
The brave old plant in its lonely days
Shall fatten up on the past
For the stateliest building men can raise
Is the ivy's food at last
Creeping where no life is seen
A rare old plant is the ivy green
Creeping where no life is seen
A rare old plant is the ivy green
Creeping, creeping, creeping where no life is seen
A rare old plant is the ivy green
Creeping, creeping a rare old plant is the ivy green.

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