by John Tait
Langolee
Language: English
'Twas summer, and softly the breezes were blowing, And sweetly the wood-pigeon coo'd from the tree; At the foot of a rock, where the wild rose was growing, I sat myself down by the banks of the Dee. Flow on, lovely Dee! flow on, thou sweet river! Thy banks, purest stream, shall be dear to me ever; For there I first gain'd the affection and favour Of Jamie, the glory and pride of the Dee. But now he's gone from me, and left me thus mourning, To quell the proud rebels; for valiant is he: And ah! there's no hope of his speedy returning, To wander again on the banks of the Dee. He's gone, hapless youth! o'er the rude roaring billows, The kindest and sweetest of all the gay fellows; And left me to wander 'mongst those once lov'd willows, The loneliest maid on the banks of the Dee. But time and my pray'rs may perhaps yet restore him; Blest peace may restore my dear Jamie to me: And when he returns, with such care I'll watch o'er him, He never shall leave the sweet banks of the Dee. The Dee then shall flow, all its beauties displaying; The lambs on its banks shall again be seen playing; While I with my Jamie am carelessly straying, And tasting again all the sweets of the Dee.
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 (Franz) Joseph Haydn (1732 - 1809), "Langolee", Hob. XXXIa:235, JHW. XXXII/3 no. 257. [voice and piano] [text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this page: Ferdinando Albeggiani
This text was added to the website: 2009-07-14
Line count: 24
Word count: 226