by Anonymous / Unidentified Author
The flowers of Edinburgh
Language: English
My love was once a bonny lad, He was the flow'r of a' his kin; The absence of his bonny face Has rent my tender heart in twain. I day nor night, find no delight, In silent tears I still complain; And exclaim 'gainst those my rival foes, That ha'e ta'en from me my darling swain. Despair and anguish fill my breast, Since I have lost my blooming rose; I sigh and moan, while others rest, His absence yields me no repose. To seek my love I'll range and rove, Thro' ev'ry grove and distant plain; Thus I'll ne'er cease, but spend my days, To hear tidings from my darling swain.
Authorship:
- by Anonymous / Unidentified Author [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 flowers of Edinburgh", JHW. XXXII/1 no. 90, Hob. XXXIa no. 90. [text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this page: Ferdinando Albeggiani
This text was added to the website: 2012-08-14
Line count: 16
Word count: 111