The Banks of the Tweed
Language: English
To the soft murm'ring streams I will sing of my love, How delighted I am when abroad I can rove To indulge a fond passion for Jockey my dear! When he's absent I sigh, but how blithe when he's near; 'Tis thus rural amusement delights my sad heart; Come away to my arms love and never depart. To his pipe I could sing, for he's bonny and gay: Did he know how I lov'd him, no longer he'd stay. Neither linnet or nightingale sing half so sweet; And the soft melting strain did kind echo repeat: It so ravish'd my heart, and delighted my ear. Swift as lightning I flew to the arms of my dear. She, surpriz'd, and detected, some moments did stand; Like the rose was her cheek, and the lily her hand, Which she plac'd on her breast, and said, Jockey, I fear I have been too imprudent: pray, how came you here? For to visit my ewes, and to see my lambs play, By the banks of the Tweed and the groves I did stray: But, my Jenny, dear Jenny, how oft have I sigh'd, And have vow'd endless love, if you'd be my bride: To the altar of Hymen, my fair one, repair; Where the knot of affection shall tie the fond pair; To the pipe's sprightly notes the gay dance we will lead, And will bless the dear grove, by the banks of the Tweed.
Authorship:
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Harriet Abrams (1760 - 1825), "The Banks of the Tweed", published c1795 [ three-part chorus a cappella ] [sung text checked 1 time]
Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]
This text was added to the website: 2023-12-18
Line count: 24
Word count: 241