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Heelis family cookbook, 1850s
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(8) The Ivy Green. Oh! a dainty plant is ye. Ivy Green That creepeth o'er ruins old! Of right choice food are his meals, I ween, In his cell so lone & cold. The wale must be crumbled ye stone decayed, To pleasure his dainty whim, And the mouldering 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. Fast he stealeth on tho' he wears no wings And a staunch old heart has he, How closely he twineth, how tight he clings To his friend the huge Oak Tree! And slily he traileth along the ground And his leaves he gently waves As he joyously hugs & crawleth round
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(8) The Ivy Green. Oh! a dainty plant is ye. Ivy Green That creepeth o'er ruins old! Of right choice food are his meals, I ween, In his cell so lone & cold. The wale must be crumbled ye stone decayed, To pleasure his dainty whim, And the mouldering 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. Fast he stealeth on tho' he wears no wings And a staunch old heart has he, How closely he twineth, how tight he clings To his friend the huge Oak Tree! And slily he traileth along the ground And his leaves he gently waves As he joyously hugs & crawleth round
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