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Hook's much-loved song recast by Henry Leslie for use by glee clubs, madrigal societies and the like.
Lyrics: Leonard McNally
On Richmond Hill there lives a lass
More bright than May-day morn,
Whose charms all other maids surpass,
A rose without a thorn.
This lass so neat, with smiles so sweet,
Has won my right good will.
I'd crowns resign to call thee mine,
Sweet lass of Richmond Hill.
Ye zephyrs gay that fan the air,
And wanton thro' the grove,
O whisper to my charming fair,
I die for her I love.
This lass so neat, with smiles so sweet,
Has won my right good will.
I'd crowns resign to call thee mine,
Sweet lass of Richmond Hill.
How happy will the shepherd be
Who calls this nymph his own!
O may her choice be fix'd on me;
Mine's fix'd on her alone.
This lass so neat, with smiles so sweet,
Has won my right good will.
I'd crowns resign to call thee mine,
Sweet lass of Richmond Hill.
On Richmond Hill there lives a lass
More bright than May-day morn,
Whose charms all other maids surpass,
A rose without a thorn.
This lass so neat, with smiles so sweet,
Has won my right good will.
I'd crowns resign to call thee mine,
Sweet lass of Richmond Hill.
Ye zephyrs gay that fan the air,
And wanton thro' the grove,
O whisper to my charming fair,
I die for her I love.
This lass so neat, with smiles so sweet,
Has won my right good will.
I'd crowns resign to call thee mine,
Sweet lass of Richmond Hill.
How happy will the shepherd be
Who calls this nymph his own!
O may her choice be fix'd on me;
Mine's fix'd on her alone.
This lass so neat, with smiles so sweet,
Has won my right good will.
I'd crowns resign to call thee mine,
Sweet lass of Richmond Hill.