Green Grows the Laurel

Green Grows the Laurel.
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I once list a true love, but now I have honel
She has gone und left me, I live all alone.
I live all alone, and contented I’ll be Till she finds another one better than ma

Chorus-
Green grows the laurel, clinging so true:
Norry was I when I parted from you,
But I hope our next meeting our love will prove
true:
We’ll change the green laurel to the red, white, and
blue.

I wrote her il letter, so cory and Ane;
She wrote me an answer, all done up in twine.
Saying, you keep your lettera and I will keep mine.
You write to your true love and I’ll write to mine.

Chorus
I pass by her window both early and late:
I pass by her window both morning and night,
And how it does grieve me to see her sit there
And to think she has forgotten me for another one’s
care.

Chorus
I often have wondered why women love men.
But oftener I’ve wondered why men can love them.
For by my experience I’ll have you to know
The girls are deceitful wherever they go.
Chorus.
And I will keep mine,
Write to your sweetheart,
And I’ll write to mine.””
Chorus
I oftentimes wondered why
Women liked men,
And oftentimes wondered why
Men liked them.
But from my own sad experience
I very well know
That men are deceitful
Wherever they go.
Morocco, Ind-To the Editor.-Will some one
supply the concluding verse to this poem, the title
of which is, “”I Love to Live””? I am over 70
years old.”