Lyrics:
Come up my speckle face!
Come my fair speckle face!
Come, for the morning is bright as can be;
Leave the grass, dewey, wet—
Leave the dear violet—
Come, my good speckle, you're going with me.
Out of the woody land,
Up thro' the meadow land,
Down by the flax-field and past the gay corn;
Come e'er the rising sun
Over yon cloud so dun
On the high eastern hill pushes his horn;
Come e'er the rising sun
Over yon cloud so dun
On the high eastern hill pushes his horn.
chorus:
Tra la, tra la, tra la la,
tra la, tra la, tra la, tra la la,
tra la, tra la, tra la, tra la la, tra la,
Come, speckle, you're going with me!
Past the green barley ridge,
Over the shallow bridge,
On thro' the clover as red as a rose;
We must be far away,
Ere the blue eye of day
Op'ning in sunshine, in shadow shall close.
Come, little speckle face,
Come from your hiding place;
You must be comb'd till your coat is like silk—
Oh, but you'd proudly come
If you could know for whom
You shall hereafter give pails full of milk!
Oh, but you'd proudly come
If you could know for whom
You shall hereafter give pails full of milk!
Softly, as marriage bells,
Thro' the low dipping dells
Brings the sweet water that runs to the sea;
Lift, lift your eyes so brown,
How can you keep them down,
When, little speckle, you're going with me?
Never the butter cups
Shone with such pearly drops,
Never the meadowlark sung out so gay;
Come from your hiding place,
Speckle face, speckle face,
I'm to be married—married to day!
Come from your hiding place,
Speckle face, speckle face,
I'm to be married—married to day!
