The miller's daughter
Language: English
I ha'e been courting at a lass, These twenty days and mair; Her father winna gi'e me her, She's sic a gleib of gear; But gin I had her where I wou'd, Amang the hether here, I'd strive to win her kindness For a' the miller's care. For she's a bonny, sonsy lass, An armsfu', I swear; I wou'd marry her without a coat, Or e'er a plack o' gear; For, trust me, when I saw her first, She ga'e me sic a wound, That a' the doctors i' the earth Can never mak me sound. For when she's absent frae my sight, I think upon her still, And when I sleep, or when I wake, She does my senses fill; May heaven guard the bonny lass, That sweetens a' my life, And shame fa' me gin e'er I seek Anither for my wife.
Authorship:
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by (Franz) Joseph Haydn (1732 - 1809), "The miller's daughter", Hob. XXXIa. [baritone, violin, cello, piano, voice, and instrumental ensemble] [text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this page: Auditorium du Louvre
This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 24
Word count: 144