Merry Mountain Child

"Merry Mountain Child" is a song with words by J. Tate and music by Joe Perkin (1809-1868) of Holmfirth. It was published in 1849.

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Come, strike the harp, I long to hear those merry tales of old
Where youth has lost its flowery wreath and loving hearts grown cold
It brings me back those happy times, I played about my native home
I played about my native home, a merry mountain child
Oh, tell me not of other lands across the deep blue sea
This little isle of freedom's sons is dearer far to me
But tell me of that rural cot where happy faces smile
And pleasant voices call me there, and please voices call me there
And pleasant voices call me there, a merry mountain child
I've wandered far through many climes where dark-eyed daughters dwell
And beauty charms the yielding soul with her resistless spell
But oftimes turn my face away where youth and bueaty smile
To think of all the joys that blest, to think of all the joys that blest
To think of all the joys that blest a merry mountain child
The strike the harp, I long to hear those merry tales again
Oh, let me longer o'er those tones, that native mountain strain
It brings me back those happy times, that bleak and stormy wild
Where nature makes me glad to be, where nature makes me glad to be
Where nature makes me glad to be a merry mountain child