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Harriet Abrams (arr.)
(c.1758 - 1821)
The Banks of the Tweed
(2S./2T.B.)
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From "A Collection of Scotch Songs harmonized for 2 & 3 Voices", pub. c.1795. Verses 2 and 3 were not included by Miss Abrahams, and have been imported from other song-books.
Lyrics: Anon
To the soft murm'ring streams I will sing of my love,
How delighted I am when abroad I can rove
To indulge a fond passion for Jockey my dear!
When he's absent I sigh, but how blithe when he's near;
'Tis thus rural amusement delights my sad heart;
Come away to my arms love and never depart.
To his pipe I could sing, for he's bonny and gay:
Did he know how I lov'd him, no longer he'd stay.
Neither linnet or nightingale sing half so sweet;
And the soft melting strain did kind echo repeat:
It so ravish'd my heart, and delighted my ear.
Swift as lightning I flew to the arms of my dear.
She, surpriz'd, and detected, some moments did stand;
Like the rose was her cheek, and the lily her hand,
Which she plac'd on her breast, and said, Jockey, I fear
I have been too imprudent: pray, how came you here?
For to visit my ewes, and to see my lambs play,
By the banks of the Tweed and the groves I did stray:
But, my Jenny, dear Jenny, how oft have I sigh'd,
And have vow'd endless love, if you'd be my bride:
To the altar of Hymen, my fair one, repair;
Where the knot of affection shall tie the fond pair;
To the pipe's sprightly notes the gay dance we will lead,
And will bless the dear grove, by the banks of the Tweed.
To the soft murm'ring streams I will sing of my love,
How delighted I am when abroad I can rove
To indulge a fond passion for Jockey my dear!
When he's absent I sigh, but how blithe when he's near;
'Tis thus rural amusement delights my sad heart;
Come away to my arms love and never depart.
To his pipe I could sing, for he's bonny and gay:
Did he know how I lov'd him, no longer he'd stay.
Neither linnet or nightingale sing half so sweet;
And the soft melting strain did kind echo repeat:
It so ravish'd my heart, and delighted my ear.
Swift as lightning I flew to the arms of my dear.
She, surpriz'd, and detected, some moments did stand;
Like the rose was her cheek, and the lily her hand,
Which she plac'd on her breast, and said, Jockey, I fear
I have been too imprudent: pray, how came you here?
For to visit my ewes, and to see my lambs play,
By the banks of the Tweed and the groves I did stray:
But, my Jenny, dear Jenny, how oft have I sigh'd,
And have vow'd endless love, if you'd be my bride:
To the altar of Hymen, my fair one, repair;
Where the knot of affection shall tie the fond pair;
To the pipe's sprightly notes the gay dance we will lead,
And will bless the dear grove, by the banks of the Tweed.