O Mary, ye's be clad in silk
Language: English
O Mary, ye's be clad in silk, And diamonds in your hair, Gin ye'll consent to be my bride Nor think on Arthur mair. Oh, wha wad wear a silken gown, Wi' tears blinding their ee? Before I'll break my true love's heart, I'll lay me down and die. For I have pledg'd my virgin troth, Brave Arthur's fate to share, And he has gi'en to me his heart Wi' a' its virtues rare. The mind whose every wish is pure, Far dearer is to me, And e'er I'm forced to break my faith, I'll lay me down and die. So trust me when I swear to thee, By a' that is on high, Thoug, ye had a'this warld's gear, My heart ye couldna buy; For langest life can ne'er repay, The love he bears to me; And e'er I'm forced to break my troth, I'll lay me down and die.
Authorship:
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Ludwig van Beethoven (1770 - 1827), "O Mary, ye's be clad in silk", WoO 158b no. 6 (1814-15), from Seven British Songs, no. 6 [sung text checked 1 time]
Researcher for this page: Ferdinando Albeggiani
This text was added to the website: 2006-11-07
Line count: 24
Word count: 151