by Anonymous / Unidentified Author
A Blackmore Maid Wooing a Fair Boy
Language: English
Why, lovely boy, why fly'st thou me, That languish in these flames for thee? I'm Black, 'tis true; why, so is Night, And Love doth in Dark shades delight. The whole world, do but close thine eye, Will seem to thee as Black as l; Or op't, and see what a Black shade Is by thine own fair body made, That follows thee where ere thou go: Oh, who allow'd would do not so? Let me forever dwell so nigh, And thou shalt need no other shade than I.
Authorship:
- by Anonymous / Unidentified Author [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 John Wilson (1595 - 1674), "A Blackmore Maid Wooing a Fair Boy" [sung text checked 1 time]
Researcher for this page: John Versmoren
This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
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Word count: 89