by Anonymous / Unidentified Author
Rondo
Language: English
My gen'rous heart disdains the Slave of love to be; I scorn his servile chains and boast my liberty. This whining and pining and wasting with Care Are not to my taste, be she ever so fair. Shall a girl's capricious frown Sink my noble spirits down? Shall a face of white and red Make me droop my silly head? Shall I set me down and sigh For an eyebrow or an eye, For a braided lock of hair Curse my fortune and despair? My gen'rous heart disdains the Slave of love to be; I scorn his servile chains and boast my liberty. This whining and pining and wasting with Care Are not to my taste, be she ever so fair. Still uncertain is tomorrow, Not quite certain is today. Shall I waste my time to sorrow, Shall I languish life away All because a cruel maid Hath not love with love repaid? My gen'rous heart disdains the Slave of love to be; I scorn his servile chains and boast my liberty. This whining and pining and wasting with Care Are not to my taste, be she ever so fair.
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 Francis Hopkinson (1737 - 1791), "Rondo", 1788 [voice and piano], from Seven Songs, no. 7. [text verified 1 time]
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This text was added to the website: 2011-10-06
Line count: 26
Word count: 190