Four Songs

Song Cycle by Dorothea Hollins (flourished 1935)

Word count: 236

?. Boot and saddle [sung text not yet checked]

Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!
Rescue my castle before the hot day
Brightens to blue from its silvery grey,
Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!

Ride past the suburbs, asleep as you'd say;
Many's the friend there, will listen and pray
God's luck to gallants that strike up the lay,
"Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!"

Forty miles off, like a roebuck at bay,
Flouts Castle Brancepeth the Roundheads' array:
Who laughs, "Good fellows ere this, by my fay,
Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!"

Who? My wife Gertrude; that, honest and gay,
Laughs when you talk of surrendering, "Nay!
I've better counsellors; what counsel they?
Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!"


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?. Ballata [sung text not yet checked]

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?. If I were loved by thee [sung text not yet checked]

[If I were loved]1, as I desire to be, 
What is there in the great sphere of the earth,
And range of evil between death and birth, 
That I should fear -- if I were loved by thee? 
All the inner, all the outer world of pain 
Clear Love would pierce and cleave, if thou wert mine,
As I have heard that, somewhere in the main, 
Fresh water-springs come up through bitter brine.
'Twere joy, not fear, clasped hand in hand with thee,
To wait for death -- mute -- careless of all ills, 
Apart upon a mountain, though the surge 
Of some new deluge from a thousand hills 
Flung leagues of roaring foam into the gorge
Below us, as far on as eye could see.


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First published in 1833; revised in 1872
1 in the 1833 edition, Tennyson had "But were I loved"

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