The Mistletoe Bride
Written by Mario & Lesley Price
Seemingly this is a true story which happened many years ago in England.
A few places lay claim to this story one of them was Brockdish Hall which is here in Suffolk, however Brockdish Hall is very small so it seems unlikely that 'The Mistletoe Bride' would go missing there.
We were thrilled when told that we had permission to film at Somerleyton Hall and would like to thank Lord & Lady Somerleyton for their permission to film this beautiful yet sad tale, at there beautiful home.
We would also like to thank Peter Thompson-Hardy (Events Manager to Somerleyton Hall) for his time, effort and support, throughout this production. A huge thank you also to our Team of the day, Norfolk Steampunk (with their everlasting enthusiasm), Jess Price our leading Lady with her team, Black Magma (Fire Breathers), Louis Dunham, the groom. Lowestoft College and Jodie Cheek for her team of Make-Up Artists.
This has been an amazing experience and our usual team (you know who you are) pulled all the stops out. We hope you enjoy our biggest production so far ;) It's been a pleasure to work with everyone and Zingaro Blue hope you like what we've created with your help.
Needless to say "WE HAVE TO DO THIS AGAIN"!!
The Mistletoe hung in old Brockdish hall
The holly branch shone on the old oak wall.
The Baron's cortege were carefree and gay,
In Keeping the Christmas holiday.
The Baron looked on with a father's pride
His beautiful daughter, Lord Lovell's bride.
And she, seemed to be happy
Oh, the mistletoe bride
Oh, the mistletoe bride
"I'm weary of dancing, now," she cried;
“Lets play find the bride, I'll hide, I'll hide,
And, Lovell, be sure you're the first one to trace
The clue to my secret hiding place."
Away she ran, and her friends began
Each tower to search and each nook to scan.
"Oh, where do you hide?
my mistletoe bride."
Oh, the mistletoe bride. .
Oh, the mistletoe bride.
They sought her that night, they sought her next day,
They sought her in vain when a week passed away.
In the highest, the lowest, the loneliest spot,
Young Lovell sought wildly, but found her not.
The years passed by and his grief did last
T’was told as a sorrowful tale long past.
"the old man still cries
for his mistletoe bride."
Oh, the mistletoe bride
Oh, the mistletoe bride.
At length, an old chest that had long laid hid
Was found in the garret; they raised the lid.
A skeleton form lay mouldering there
In the bridal wreath of that lady fair.
How sad that day when in playful jest
She hid from her lord in the old oak chest,
Locked with a spring she was doomed,
To die in her tomb.
Oh, the mistletoe bride.
Oh, the mistletoe bride.