by Alfred Perceval Graves (1846 - 1931)
The stolen heart
Language: English
I was a maiden fair and fond, Smiling, singing all the day, Till Maguire with looks of fire He stole my heart away. The gardener's son, as he stood by, Blossoms four did give to me: The pink, the rue, the violet blue, And the red, red rosy tree. Lass, for your lips the sweet clove pink, For your eyes the violets blue; The rose to speak your damask cheek, For memory the rue. Oh, but my love at first was fond, Now, alas, he's turned untrue, My rose and pink and violet shrink, But tears keep fresh the rue.
Authorship:
- by Alfred Perceval Graves (1846 - 1931) [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 Charles Villiers Stanford, Sir (1852 - 1924), "The stolen heart", op. 76 no. 6, published 1901 [voice and piano], from Songs of Erin, no. 6, London, Boosey [text verified 1 time]
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This text was added to the website: 2016-09-13
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Word count: 100