by Anonymous / Unidentified Author
The Sycamore Shade
Language: English
T'other day as I sate in the Sycamore Shade young Damon came whistling along. I trembled, I blush'd a poor innocent maid and my heart caper'd up to my tongue. Silly heart, I cried, fie what a flutter is here, Young Damon designs you no ill. The Sheperd's so civil you've nothing to fear then prithee fond urchin, lie still. Sly Damon drew near, and knelt down at my feet, One kiss he demanded, demanded no more. But urg'd the soft pressure with ardour so sweet, I could not refuse him a score, My lambkins I've kiss'd and no change ever found, As often we've played on the hill. But Damon's dear lips make my heart gallop round nor would the fond urchin be still. When flames the bright sun to the Sycamore Shade, For shelter, for shelter I'm sure to repair, And Virgins in faith, I'm no longer afraid, although the dear Shepherd be there As ev'ry fond kiss that the freedom he takes, My heart may rebound if it will. There's something so sweet in the bustle it makes I'll die ere I bid it be still.
Authorship:
- by Anonymous / Unidentified Author [author's text not yet checked 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 Thomas Augustine Arne (1710 - 1778), "The Sycamore Shade" [text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]
This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 24
Word count: 189