My Lady's cheek is soft and red, My Lady holds her lovely head On high, and why? She knows not yet of care or woe. She only lives to bud and blow, My foolish Lady Jacqueminot. My Lady's cheek less soft and red, My Lady bows her weary head, And why? She's nigh A heart that once was light as snow, But hearts and flowers, die you know When broken, Lady Jacqueminot.
- by Julie Mathilde Lippmann (1864 - 1952) [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 Margaret Ruthven Lang (1867 - 1972), "My Lady Jacqueminot", 1889. [voice and piano] [text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this text: Nich Roehler
This text was added to the website: 2012-05-20
Line count: 12
Word count: 72