Ten Songs in Two Sets of Five Each, Set I , opus 124

by Fritz Bennicke Hart (1874 - 1949)

1. The gourd has still its bitter leaves  [sung text not yet checked]

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The gourd has still its bitter leaves,
And deep the crossing at the ford.
    I wait my lord.

The ford is brimming to its banks;
The pheasant cries upon her mate.
    My lord is late.

The boatman still keeps beckoning,
And others reach their journey's end.
    I wait my friend.

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Confirmed with Lyrics from the Chinese by Helen Waddell, Boston and New York, Houghton Mifflin Company, 1913, page 1.


2. White clouds are in the sky  [sung text not yet checked]

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White clouds are in the sky.
Great shoulders of the hills
Between us two must lie.
The road is rough and far.
Deep fords between us are.
   I pray you not to die.

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Confirmed with Lyrics from the Chinese by Helen Waddell, Boston and New York, Houghton Mifflin Company, 1913, page 40.


3. Ah, let it drift  [sung text not yet checked]

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Ah, let it drift, that boat of cypress wood,
       There in the middle of the Ho.
       He was my mate,
And until death I will go desolate.
Ah Mother! God!
How is it that ye will not understand?

Ah, let it drift, that boat of cypress wood,
       There in the middle of the Ho.
       He was my King.
I swear I will not do this evil thing.
Ah Mother! God!
How is it that ye will not understand?

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Confirmed with Lyrics from the Chinese by Helen Waddell, Boston and New York, Houghton Mifflin Company, 1913, page 2.


4. The morning glory  [sung text not yet checked]

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The morning glory climbs above my head,
Pale flowers of white and purple, blue and red.
          I am disquieted.

Down in the withered grasses something stirred;
I thought it was his footfall that I heard.
          Then a grasshopper chirred.

I climbed the hill just as the new moon showed,
I saw him coming on the southern road.
          My heart lays down its load.

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Confirmed with Lyrics from the Chinese by Helen Waddell, Boston and New York, Houghton Mifflin Company, 1913, page 5.


5. The willows by the Eastern Gate  [sung text not yet checked]

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The willows by the Eastern Gate
   Are deep in sheltering leaves.
You said 'Before the night grows late,'
   – There's twittering in the eaves.

The willows by the Eastern Gate
   All night in shadow are.
You said 'Before the night grows late,'
   – There shines the morning star

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Confirmed with Lyrics from the Chinese by Helen Waddell, Boston and New York, Houghton Mifflin Company, 1913, page 15.