The Joy Green

Yes, this is that Charles Dickens. “Choice” means “the best part” or ” something carefully selected” and “ween” means “suppose”. I believe “statliest” to be a typo.

Verse 1:
A dainty plant is the Ivy green,
That creepeth o’er ruins old,
Of right choice food are his meals I ween,
In his cell so lone and cold.
The wall must be crumbled, the stones decayed
To pleasure his dainty whim,
And the mould’ring dust, dust that years have made
Is a merry meal for him.

Refrain:
Creeping where no life is seen,
A rare old plant is the Ivy green;
Creeping where no life is seen,
A rare old plant is the Ivy green;
Creeping, creeping, creeping where no life is seen,
Creeping, creeping,
A rare old plant is the Ivy green.

Verse 2:
Fast he stealeth tho’ he wears no wings,
And a staunch old heart has he,
How closely he twineth, how closely he clings
to his friend, the huge oak tree!
And slyly he traileth along the ground,
And his leaves he gently waves,
As he joyously hugs and crawleth round
The mould of dead men’s graves.

Verse 3:
Whole ages have fled and their works decayed,
And nations have scattered been;
But the stout old Ivy shall never fade
From its hale and hearty green;
The brave old plant in its lonely days
Shall fatten upon the past;
For the statliest building man can raise,
Is the Ivy’s food at last.

Chas. Dickens/Henry Russell

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