by Anonymous / Unidentified Author
Love's a lovely lad
Language: English
Love's a lovely lad, His bringing up is beauty Who loves him not is mad; For I mmust pay him duty, Now I am sad. Hail to those sweet eyes That shine celestial wonder; From thence do flames arise Burns my poor heart asunder; Now it dies. Cupid sets a crown On those lovely tresses; Not a frown what he so sweetly dresses. I'll sit down. Whither shall I go To escape away from folly? For now there's love I know, or else 'tis melancholy. Yonder lies the snow But my poor heart can't melt it; Love shoots from his bow, And my poor heart hath felt it. Now I am sad. Love's a lovely lad.
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 James Mulholland (b. 1935), "Love's a lovely lad" [soprano, violoncello, and piano], from Four Love Songs, no. 3. [text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]
This text was added to the website: 2010-04-15
Line count: 25
Word count: 116