The Moss-grown Well - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
THE MOSS-GROWN WELL. Copyright, 1893, by T. B. Harms & Co. Words and Music by Alfred Hey. 
Meet, oh, meet me, maiden mine, down by the moss-grown well, Where the moon-beams softly shine o'er lonely flower and dell; There beneath the trysting-tree, I'll breathe thee love of this true heart; A love that never more shall fade till life's bright sunshine shall depart. Then meet, oh, meet me, maiden mine, down by the moss-grown well, Where the moon-beams softly thine o'er lonely flower and dell. 
Meet, oh, meet me, maiden mine, where the sweet hawthorn grows Beside the murmuring waters, where the ancient mill-stream flows. When the noisy wheel is still, the feathered songsters seek their nest, The jovial miller leaves his mill, and all the busy world's at rest, Then meet, oh, meet me, maiden mine, down by the moss-grown well, Where the moon-beams softly shine o'er lonely flower and dell. Oh, meet me there, oh, meet "me there, down by the moss-grown well, The moss-grown well!