by Anonymous / Unidentified Author
As I walked forth
Language: English
As I walked forth one Summer's day To view the meadows green and gay, A pleasant bower I espied Standing fast by a riverside: And in't a Maiden I heard cry, "Alas, alas! There's none e're lov'd as I." Then round the meadow she did walk, Catching each flower by the stalk; Such flowers as in the meadow grew, The Dead-man's Thumb, and Harebell Blue, And as she pull'd them, still cried she, "Alas, alas! There's none e're lov'd like me." The flowers of the sweetest scents She bound about with knotty bents, And as she bound them up in bands, She wept, she sighed and wrung her hands. "Alas, alas, alas," cried she, "Alas! alas! There's none e're lov'd like me." When she had fill'd her apron full Of such green things as she could cull, The green leaves serv'd her for her bed, The flowers were pillows for her head: Then down she laid, ne'r more did speak; Alas! Alas! With love her heart did break.
Authorship:
- by Anonymous / Unidentified Author ( 17th century )  [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 Robert Johnson (c1583 - 1633), "As I walked forth", published 1669? [text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this page: John Versmoren
This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 24
Word count: 168