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James Oswald
(1710 - 1769)
A bonny Northern lad
(Soprano/Tenor,Continuo)
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A bonny Northern lad
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149497 : Oswald : A bonny Northern lad : sheet music
Catalogued as Choral - Secular (Songs and Concert Airs) (Temple of Apollo)
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Published in Oswald's "Collection of the best old Scotch and English songs...dedicated to Her Royal Highness the Princess Dowager of Wales by James Oswald, Chamber Composer to his Majesty". The tune is a mock Scotch air, composed by William Croft for Courtship à la Mode; the text is of unidentified origin.
Lyrics: Anon
A bonny Northern lad, as ever walk'd
The street of Edinburgh Town,
Or wore a silken plaid, or daughty dagger by his side,
Forlorn and wretched made by Maggy's cold disdain and killing frown,
upon a bank was laid, close by the pleasant river Tweed.
"Ah! cruel love", poor Jockey cried,
"Of joy thou robb'st my life,
While Maggy runs away and frowns,
And will not be my wife.
In vain the shepherds pipe and sing;
In vain too smiles the flow'ry Spring;
And love can now no comfort bring;
Sweet death, come end the strife".
A bonny Northern lad, as ever walk'd
The street of Edinburgh Town,
Or wore a silken plaid, or daughty dagger by his side,
Forlorn and wretched made by Maggy's cold disdain and killing frown,
upon a bank was laid, close by the pleasant river Tweed.
"Ah! cruel love", poor Jockey cried,
"Of joy thou robb'st my life,
While Maggy runs away and frowns,
And will not be my wife.
In vain the shepherds pipe and sing;
In vain too smiles the flow'ry Spring;
And love can now no comfort bring;
Sweet death, come end the strife".