by Stephen Collins Foster (1826 - 1864)
Willie my brave
Language: English
On the lonely seabeat shore A maiden fair was weeping, Calling one who far away Beneath the wave was sleeping. Thus her sad unchanging strain Floated ever on the main Come o'er the billow, Ride the wave, Come while the wind bloweth, Willie my brave! He said his bark would soon return, And with a kiss they parted; But when a year had passed away, She then grew weary hearted; Oh! 'twas sad, from day to day, To hear the maiden's plaintive lay Come o'er the billow, Ride on the wave, Come while the wind bloweth, Willie my brave! None who knew the maiden's grief, And saw her heart's devotion Would tell her of the fragile bark That sank beneath the ocean; But when all hope had passed away, Her life breathed forth its parting lay Come o'er the billow, Ride on the wave, Come while the wind bloweth, Willie my brave!
Authorship:
- by Stephen Collins Foster (1826 - 1864), "Willie my brave" [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Stephen Collins Foster (1826 - 1864), "Willie my brave", published 1851. [voice and piano] [text verified 1 time]
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