by Anonymous / Unidentified Author
Away to Twiver
Language: English
And did you not hear of a mirth that befell The morrow after a wedding day, At carrying a bride at home to dwell? And away to Twiver, away, away! The quintain was set and the garlands were made, 'Tis pity old custom should ever decay; And woe be to him that was horsed on a jade, For he carried no credit away, away! We met a consort of fiddle-de-dees, We set them a-cockhorse, and made them to play The Winning of Bullen and Upsiefrees; And away to Twiver, away, away! There was ne'er a lad in all the parish That would go to the plough, to the plough that day But on his forehorse his wench he carries; And away to Twiver, away, away! The butler was quick and the ale he did tap, The maidens did make the chamber full gay; The serving men gave me a fuddleing cap, And I did carry it away, away! The smith of the town his liquor so took That he was persuaded the ground look'd blue; And I dare boldly to swear on a book Such smiths as he there are but a few. A posset was made and the women did sip, And simpering said they could eat no more; Full many a maid was laid on the lip: I'll say no more but so give o'er.
Authorship:
- by Anonymous / Unidentified Author, from The Famous History of Friar Bacon, first published <<1600 [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 Peter Warlock (1894 - 1930), "Away to Twiver", 1926, published 1927. [text verified 1 time]
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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 28
Word count: 227