by Walter Scott, Sir (1771 - 1832)
The Rover
Language: English
A weary lot is thine, fair maid,
A weary lot is thine!
To pull the thorn thy brow to braid,
And press the rue for wine.
A lightsome eye, a soldier’s mien
A feather of the blue,
A doublet of the Lincoln green —
No more of me you knew
My Love!
No more of me you knew.
‘This morn is merry June, I trow,
The rose is budding fain;
But she shall bloom in winter snow
Ere we two meet again.’
He turn’d his charger as he spake
Upon the river shore,
He gave the bridle-reins a shake,
Said ‘Adieu for evermore
My Love!
And adieu for evermore.’
Confirmed with English Poetry II: From Collins to Fitzgerald, The Harvard Classics, 1909-1914, no. 432.
Text Authorship:
- by Walter Scott, Sir (1771 - 1832), "The Rover" [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 Charles Wood (1866 - 1926), "The Rover", 1890, published 1927 [ low voice and piano ], from Ten Songs for Low Voice, no. 7 [sung text not yet checked]
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Word count: 109