hung in the old castle hall
The holly brunch stood on the old oak wall
And the baron's retainers
Keeping their Christmas holiday
His beautiful child, young Lovell's bride
And she, with her bright eyes,
The pride of the goodly company
But love will be sure that
The clue to my secret hiding place
Each tower to search, each nook to scan
They searched that night,
they searched the next day
In the highest, the lowest,
Young Lovell sought wildly
Was told as a sorrowful tale long past
See the old man weep for his fairy bride
Was found in the attic, they raised the lid
A skeleton form lay mouldering there
In the bridal wreath of a lady so fair
Oh, sad was her fate in sport and jest
She hid from her love in an old oak chest
It closed with the spring
Lay withering there in a living tomb