by Anonymous / Unidentified Author
Near Woodstock Town
Language: English
Near Woodstock Town in Oxfordshire, As I walked forth to take the air, To view the fields and meadows round, Methought I heard a mournful sound. Down by a crystal riverside, A gallant bower I espied, Where a fair lady made great moan, With many a bitter sigh and groan. Alas, quothe she, my love's unkind, My sighs and tears he will not mind! Soon after he had gain'd my heart, He cruelly from me did part. The lady round the meadow ran, And gathered flowers as they sprang; Of every sort she there did pull, Until she got her apron full. The green turf served her as a bed, And flowers a pillow for her head; She laid her down and nothing spoke, Alas! for love her heart was broke.
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 Percy Aldridge Grainger (1882 - 1961), "Near Woodstock Town", 1903-51. [mixed chorus] [text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]
This text was added to the website: 2014-06-10
Line count: 20
Word count: 131