As I came by Blaweary I heard a young wife sing Hush-a-low, Hush-a-low, Hush-a-low, my dearie, Hush-a-low, my little lamb, Hush-a-low and sleep. As I came by Blaweary I heard a young wife sing Hush-a-low, Hush-a-low, Hush-a-low, my dearie, Daddy's coming home again To find his lamb asleep.
A Second Volume of Ten Songs
Song Cycle by Ivor (Bertie) Gurney (1890 - 1937)
1. Blaweary  [sung text checked 1 time]
Authorship:
- by Wilfrid Wilson Gibson (1878 - 1962), "Blaweary", appears in Whin, first published 1918
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]2. The boat is chafing  [sung text checked 1 time]
The boat is chafing at our long delay, And we must leave too soon The spicy sea-pinks and the inborne spray, The tawny sands, the moon. Keep us, O Thetis, [in]1 our western flight! Watch from thy pearly throne Our vessel, plunging deeper into night To reach a land unknown.
Authorship:
- by John Davidson (1857 - 1909), no title, from Plays, as part of "Scaramouch in Naxos", first published 1889
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View original text (without footnotes)1 Cooke: "on"
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3. Bread and cherries  [sung text checked 1 time]
"Cherries, ripe cherries!" the old woman cried, In her snowy-white apron, and basket beside; And the little boys came, Eyes shining, cheeks red, To buy bags of cherries To eat with their bread.
Authorship:
- by Walter De la Mare (1873 - 1956), "Bread and cherries", appears in Peacock Pie: A Book of Rhymes, in 1. Up and Down, no. 12, first published 1913
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Researcher for this page: Ted Perry4. An epitaph  [sung text checked 1 time]
Here lies a most beautiful lady, Light of heart and step was she; I think she was the most beautiful lady That ever was in the West Country. But beauty passes; beauty vanishes; However rare, rare it be; And when I die, who will remember That lady of the West Country.
Authorship:
- by Walter De la Mare (1873 - 1956), "An epitaph", appears in The Listeners and Other Poems, first published 1912
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Researcher for this page: Ted Perry5. Epitaph in old mode  [sung text checked 1 time]
The leaves fall gently on the grass, And all the willow trees, and poplar trees, and elder trees, That bend above her where she sleeps, O all the willow trees, the willow trees Breathe sighs upon her tomb. O pause and pity, as you pass, She loved so tenderly, so quietly, so hopelessly; And sometimes comes one here and weeps: She loved so tenderly, so tenderly, And never told them whom.
Authorship:
- by John Collings Squire, Sir (1884 - 1958), "Epitaph in old mode", appears in Poems, second series, first published 1922
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]6. The folly of being comforted  [sung text checked 1 time]
One that is ever kind said yesterday: "Your well-beloved's hair has threads of grey, And little shadows come about her eyes; Time can but make it easier to be wise, Though now it's hard, till trouble is at an end; And so be patient, be wise and patient, friend." But, heart, there is no comfort, not a grain; Time can but make her beauty over again, Because of that great nobleness of hers; The fire that stirs about her, when she stirs, Burns but more clearly. O she had not these ways, When all the wild summer was in her gaze. O heart! O heart! If she'd but turn her head, You'd know the folly of being comforted.
Authorship:
- by William Butler Yeats (1865 - 1939), "The folly of being comforted", appears in In the Seven Woods, first published 1904
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7. Hawk and buckle  [sung text checked 1 time]
Where is the landlord of old Hawk and Buckle, And what of Master Straddler this hot summer weather? He's along in the tap-room with broad cheeks a-chuckle, And ten bold companions all drinking together. Where is the ostler of old Hawk and Buckle, And what of Willy Jakeman this hot summer weather? He is rubbing his eyes with a slow and lazy knuckle And waking from his nap on a bank of fresh heather. Where is the daughter of old Hawk and Buckle, And what of Mistress Jenny this hot summer weather? She sits in the parlour with smell of honeysuckle, Trimming her bonnet with new red ostrich feather.
Authorship:
- by Robert Graves (1895 - 1985), as John Doyle, "Hawk and buckle", from Poetry, first published 1919
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Researcher for this page: Ted Perry8. Last hours  [sung text checked 1 time]
A gray day and quiet, With slow clouds that pass, And in dull air a cloud that hangs, hangs All day. The naked and stiff branches Of oak, elm, thorn, In the cold light are like men aged and Forlorn. Only a gray sky, Grass, trees, grass again, And all the air a cloud that drips, drips, All day. Lovelier now the last hours of slow winter Slowly pass.
Authorship:
- by John Frederick Freeman (1880 - 1929), "Last hours", appears in Poems New and Old, first published 1920
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]9. The scribe  [sung text checked 1 time]
What lovely things Thy hand hath made, The smooth-plumed bird In its emerald shade, The seed of the grass, The speck of stone Which the wayfaring ant Stirs - and hastes on! Though I should sit By some tarn [in thy hills]1, Using its ink As the spirit wills To write of Earth's wonders, Its live, willed things, Flit would the ages On soundless wings Ere unto Z2 My pen drew nigh; Leviathan told, And the honey-fly; And still would remain My wit to try - My worn reeds broken, The [dark]1 tarn dry, All words forgotten - Thou, Lord, and I.
Authorship:
- by Walter De la Mare (1873 - 1956), "The scribe", from Motley and Other Poems, first published 1918
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View original text (without footnotes)1 omitted by Howells.
2 pronounced zed
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10. A sword  [sung text not yet checked]
As clowns to kings, as pennies to a pound, As serving wenches to princesses crowned, As kings to thee, to sweet songs catches roared, As dips to candles, all swords to my sword.
Authorship:
- by Robin Flower (1881 - 1946), "A sword"
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Confirmed with Twelve Poets. A Miscellany of New Verse, London: Selwyn and Blount, 1918.
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