The Fanaid Grove
Language: English
‘Twas on a winter’s ev’ning, When first came down the snow, O’er hills and lofty mountains The stormy winds did blow; A damsel she came tripping down All in a drift of snow, With a baby in her snow white arms She knew not where to go. “Hard hearted was my father That shut the door on me, And more so was my mother For plainly she did see” “That dark and stormy was the night, It pierced my heart with cold. And cruel was that false young man That sold his love for gold.” Unto a quiet grove she went And there did she kneel down, Turning her eyes to heaven, In sorrow she made moan. She kissed her baby’s cold, cold lips And laid it by her side, And in that silent Fanaid grove In lonely grief she died.
Old ballad, Co. Donegal
Researcher for this page: Joost van der Linden [Guest Editor]
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 Herbert Hughes (1882 - 1937), "The Fanaid Grove" [ voice and piano ] [sung text not yet checked]
Researcher for this page: Joost van der Linden [Guest Editor]
This text was added to the website: 2023-03-27
Line count: 24
Word count: 141