This time of year a twelvemonth past, When Fred and I would meet, We needs must jangle, till at last We fought and I was beat. So then the summer fields about, Till rainy days began, Rose Harland on her Sundays out Walked with the better man. The better man she walks with still, Though now 'tis not with Fred: A lad that lives and has his will Is worth a dozen dead. Fred keeps the house all kinds of weather, And clay's the house he keeps; When Rose and I walk out together Stock-still lies Fred and sleeps.
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- by Alfred Edward Housman (1859 - 1936), no title, appears in A Shropshire Lad, no. 25, first published 1896 [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 Ernest John Moeran (1894 - 1950), "This time of year a twelvemonth past", R. 3 no. 3 (1916) [voice and piano], from Four Songs from A Shropshire Lad, no. 3. [text not verified]
- by Charles Wilfred Orr (1893 - 1976), "This time of year", published 1925-7 (1960) [tenor and piano], from Five Songs from "A Shropshire Lad" [text verified 1 time]
- by John Ramsden Williamson (1929 - 2015), "This time of year a twelvemonth past" [baritone and piano] [text not verified]
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