Welcome stranger to this place, Where Joy doth sit on every bough, Paleness flies from every face; We reap not what we do not sow. Innocence doth like a rose Bloom on every maiden's cheek; Honour twines around her brows, The jewel Health adorns her neck.
Three Shepherd Songs
Song Cycle by Ole Carsten Green (b. 1922)
1. Song 1st by a shepherd  [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
Text Authorship:
- by William Blake (1757 - 1827), "Song 1st by a shepherd"
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]2. Song 2nd by a young shepherd  [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy, And the dimpling stream runs laughing by; When the air does laugh with our merry wit, And the green hill laughs with the noise of it; When the meadows laugh with lively green, And the grasshopper laughs in the merry scene; When Mary and Susan and Emily With their sweet round mouths sing "Ha ha he!" When the painted birds laugh in the shade, Where our table with cherries and nuts is spread: Come live, and be merry, and join with me, To sing the sweet chorus of "Ha ha he!"
Text Authorship:
- by William Blake (1757 - 1827), "Laughing song", appears in Songs of Innocence and Experience, in Songs of Innocence, no. 10, first published 1789
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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- CHI Chinese (中文) [singable] (Dr Huaixing Wang) , copyright © 2024, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- RUS Russian (Русский) [singable] (Dmitri Nikolaevich Smirnov) , "Песня смеха", copyright ©, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
3. Song 3rd by an old shepherd  [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
When silver snow decks Sylvio's clothes, And jewel hangs at shepherd's nose, We can abide Life's pelting storm That makes our limbs quake, if our hearts be warm. Whilst Virtue is our walking-staff, And Truth a lantern to our path; We can abide Life's pelting storm That makes our limbs quake, if our hearts be warm. Blow boisterous Wind, stern Winter frown, Innocence is a Winter's gown; So clad, we'll abide Life's pelting storm That makes our limbs quake, if our hearts be warm.
Text Authorship:
- by William Blake (1757 - 1827), "Song 3rd by an old shepherd"
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]Total word count: 231