The Trees They Grow So High

Tis the last rose of summer, left blooming all alone All her lovely companions are faded and gone No flower of her kindred, no rose bud is nigh To reflect back her blushes and give sigh for sigh I'll not leave thee, thou lone one to pine on the stem

Lorsque j'étais jeunette, je gardais les moutons, Tirouli, Tiroula, Tirouli, Tiroulou. Tirouli, Tiroula, Tirouli, rouli, roule. N'étais jamais seulette à songer par les monts. Tirouli, Tiroula, Tirouli, Tiroulou. Tirouli, Tiroula, Tirouli, rouli, rou

Down yonder green valley, where streamlets meander, When twilight is fading I pensively rove Or at the bright noontide in solitude wander, Amid the dark shades of the lonely ash grove; 'T was there, while the blackbird was cheerfully singing, I first

The water is wide, I cannot cross o'er, And neither have, the wings to fly. Give me a boat that will carry two, And both shall row, my love and I. O, down in the meadows the other day, A-gath'ring flowers both fine and gay, A-gath'ring flowers both r

Early one morning, just as the sun was rising, I heard a maid singing in the valley below; "O don't deceive me, O do not leave me! How could you use a poor maiden so?" "O gay is the garland, fresh are the roses I've culled from the garden t