The hour I prove false to my dark-headed darling, Let the grass grow to crimson, the frost fall in June; The lark cease to sing, and the rook and the starling With the cuckoo and blackbird come changing their tune. A long, long farewell, [to]1 my white-bosomed deary, And believe I'll be faithful whatever befall; And of working to win you by day never weary, And [by night]2 never tire your dear face to recall. Ah! branch of sweet bloom only cling on as faithful In that absence of years as you cling to me now, For the hour you prove false Heaven and earth would grow hateful Since you called them to witness your young virgin vow.
1 omitted by Stanford.
2 Stanford: "in dreams"
- by Alfred Perceval Graves (1846 - 1931), "The hour I prove false", appears in Father O'Flynn and other Irish Lyrics, first published 1880 [author's text checked 1 time 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 Charles Villiers Stanford, Sir (1852 - 1924), "The hour I prove false", published [1882?] [voice and piano], from the collection Songs of Old Ireland. A Collection of Fifty Irish Melodies Unknown in England, no. 35, arrangement ; London, Boosey & Co. ; dedicated to Johannes Brahms, August 1882 [text verified 1 time]
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