by Allan Ramsay (1686 - 1758)
The last time I came o'er the muir
Language: English
The last time I came o'er the muir, I left my love behind me; Ye powers, what pain do I endure, When soft ideas mind me! Soon as the ruddy morn display'd The beaming day ensuing, I met betimes my lovely maid, In fit retreats for wooing. Should I be call'd where cannons roar, Where mortal steel may wound me; Or cast upon some foreign shore, Where dangers may surround me; Yet hopes again to see my Love, To feast on glowing kisses, Shall make my cares at distance move, In prospect of such blisses. In all my soul there's not one place To let a rival enter; Since she excels in every grace, In her my love shall center. Sooner the seas shall cease to flow, Their waves the Alps shall cover, On Greenland ice shall roses grow, Before I cease to love her. The next time I gang o'er the muir, She shall a lover find me; And that my faith is firm and pure, Though I left her behind me. Then Hymen's sacred bands shall chain My heart to her fair bosom; There, while my being doth remain, My love more fresh shall blossom.
Glossary
Researcher for this page: Ferdinando Albeggiani
Muir = moor
Authorship:
- by Allan Ramsay (1686 - 1758) [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 last time I came o'er the muir", Hob. XXXIa:199, JHW. XXXII/3 no. 228. [voice and piano] [text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this page: Ferdinando Albeggiani
This text was added to the website: 2009-07-15
Line count: 32
Word count: 197