by Anne Grant (1755 - 1838)
The rock and a wee pickle tow
Language: English
Colin to Flora O were I as fleet as the wings of the wind, In chace of the roes when springing, love, At the sound of your voice I would loiter behind, So sweet is the charm of your singing, love. I heard it, I fear'd it, I knew that soft charm Would slacken my speed, and enervate my arm; The deer, drawing near, now no more in alarm, Secure through the woodlands are springing, love. Let my arrows be scatter'd, my bow be unstrung, And the deer all in safety be springing, love; Let me gaze on your eyes, and attend to your tongue, While the woodlands in concert are ringing, love. While pining and twining the chaplet for me, Thy hunter still chaces a vision of thee; My youth and my truth from inconstancy free, I vow'd to you at the beginning, love.
Authorship:
- by Anne Grant (1755 - 1838) [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 (Franz) Joseph Haydn (1732 - 1809), "The rock and a wee pickle tow", JHW. XXXII/4 no. 273, Hob. XXXIa:253B. [voice and piano] [text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this page: Ferdinando Albeggiani
This text was added to the website: 2009-07-05
Line count: 17
Word count: 145