by Anonymous / Unidentified Author
The fryar of orders gray
Language: English
It was a friar of orders gray, Walkt forth to tell his beades; And he met with a lady faire, Clad in a pilgrime's weedes. Now Christ thee save, thou reverend friar, I pray thee tell to me, If ever at yon holy shrine My true love thou didst see. And how should I know your true love From many another one? O by his cockle hat and staff And by his sandal shoone. O lady, he is dead and gone! Lady, he's dead and gone! And at his head a green grass turfe, And at his heels a stone. Weep no more, lady, weep no more, Thy sorrowe is in vaine: For violets pluckt the sweetest showers Will ne'er make grow againe. Yet stay, fair lady, rest awhile Beneath this cloyster wall: See through the hawthorn blows the cold wind, And drizzly rain doth fall. O stay me not, thou holy friar, O stay me not, I pray; No drizzly rain that falls on me Can wash my fault away.
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Researcher for this page: Johann Winkler
Confirmed with Reliques of Ancient English, collected by Thomas Percy.
Authorship:
- by Anonymous / Unidentified Author, "The fryar of orders gray" [author's text checked 1 time 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 John Wall Callcott (1766 - 1821), "The fryar of orders gray", subtitle: "Glee for three voices" [ vocal trio ] [sung text checked 1 time]
Researcher for this page: Johann Winkler
This text was added to the website: 2020-04-08
Line count: 28
Word count: 171