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Garret Wesley, 1st Earl of Mornington
(1735 - 1781)
The Nightingale
(T.T.B.)
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Garret Wesley, 1st Earl of Mornington (in the Irish peerage) was the first Professor of Music at Trinity College, Dublin, and a prolific writer of glees.
Lyrics: Anon
Sweet bird, that charm'st the hour of eve,
Still mindful of the ancient wrong,
While list'ning fairies learn to grieve
And pay with tears thy plaintive song;
What echo sweet these shades along
Shall kindly bear thy descant strain,
Where Laura, while its sounds convey
Soft pity for thy tender pain,
Ah, envied bird, shall bless thy lay.
"Sing on, sweet bird", the maid shall say,
"Cease, cruel maid", the fays return,
Nor strains of grief despise,
Echo a sadder tale shall learn,
Thy poet loves, and weeps, and dies.
Sweet bird, that charm'st the hour of eve,
Still mindful of the ancient wrong,
While list'ning fairies learn to grieve
And pay with tears thy plaintive song;
What echo sweet these shades along
Shall kindly bear thy descant strain,
Where Laura, while its sounds convey
Soft pity for thy tender pain,
Ah, envied bird, shall bless thy lay.
"Sing on, sweet bird", the maid shall say,
"Cease, cruel maid", the fays return,
Nor strains of grief despise,
Echo a sadder tale shall learn,
Thy poet loves, and weeps, and dies.