I once loved a boy who would come and go Whenever I made my request; Till, the truth for to tell, I loved him so well That I built him a bower in my breast, In my breast, A bower of green hope in my breast. But the times grew so black, that at last he would sail His fortunes to seek in the West. Long sorry was I to bid him good-bye; For I'd built him a bower in my breast, In my breast, A bower of green hope in my breast. O his letters were loving, his letters were long, That came floating far out of the West. Then cold, short and few they turned, wirrasthrue! And goodbye to the bower in my breast, In my breast, The bower of green hope in my breast.
- 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 bower in my breast", op. 76 no. 25, published 1901 [voice and piano], from Songs of Erin, no. 25, London, Boosey [text verified 1 time]
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Word count: 137