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Elizabeth Turner
(fl.1750 - 1756)
As on a flow'ry bank I lay
(S./T.Vn.Continuo)
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Published in "Twelve Songs with Symphonies", London, c.1750.
Lyrics: Anon
As on a flow'ry bank I lay,
Pleas'd with nature's various pride,
A roving Cupid flew that way,
And left his arrow in my side.
Too soon I felt the cruel smart,
Too late the pow'rful god I knew;
And, from the anguish of my heart,
My fate alas! I found too true.
I sighing sobb'd, and begging swore
All due obedience to his will.
"Fond youth", cried he, "lament no more;
Tho' deep I wound, I never kill.
Rise, to the blooming Fanny run;
Get there thy death or happiness.
Tho' in thy heart my arrows burn,
'Tis she must kill or give thee ease".
As on a flow'ry bank I lay,
Pleas'd with nature's various pride,
A roving Cupid flew that way,
And left his arrow in my side.
Too soon I felt the cruel smart,
Too late the pow'rful god I knew;
And, from the anguish of my heart,
My fate alas! I found too true.
I sighing sobb'd, and begging swore
All due obedience to his will.
"Fond youth", cried he, "lament no more;
Tho' deep I wound, I never kill.
Rise, to the blooming Fanny run;
Get there thy death or happiness.
Tho' in thy heart my arrows burn,
'Tis she must kill or give thee ease".